Best Poems Written by Hannington Mumo

Epiphany

Great poetry is spoilt in heroic times 
That go unsung on emotional climes, 
In rhythm-laden occurrences in life's 
Countless merrymakings and strifes. 

And so why do we say crisp verse 
Comes rarer than the bluest rose? 
Is not your deep-piercing tear of woe 
Full of as much rhyme as its source? 

But there's painful absence of a patient pen
Ready to immortalise varying deeds of men 
In freshest tones and in fine-metred lines, 
In memorable turns and high-troped signs.

A thousand sweet odes unspeaking lie
In your sorrow-filled text to a lost friend; 
And millions of muted epics sadly sigh
In killing failures into successes turned. 

Every raw impulse of life and fleeting breath
Sings one trillion sonnets on love and death.

Copyright © Hannington Mumo | Year Posted 2019