Waiting
Dear poet,
today I read them a poem,
its symbollism I depicted with no mean gestures
its rhymes I mimicked masterfully
and in light tone of its satire I spoke.
Today dear poet,
of their imaginations I begged,
to walk down the lines of your well crafted poem
and rest under the cool shades of timely pauses.
See dear poet,
I beckoned them,
To play in the lushy lawns of your imagination
and ponder deeply of the mood set in your lines.
So I invited them dear poet,
to feast of your nectared thoughts
and weep of your words gall.
And then I waited............
Copyright © Festus Mwiti | Year Posted 2006
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