Kenneth Maswabi
I know where Poetry live
It is not the mountainous region of
the world
Or the lush wilderness of Africa
It is not beneath the icebergs of
Alaska
Or inside the monstrous volcanic
rumble of the Far East
Poetry does not live in abandoned
crevices
Or bloated ideologies of the mind
It is not found in the desert
wandering around
Poetry is not a bird that hops from
one branch to another
Or a mosquito that hungers for human
blood
Poetry is definitely not a far off
place where exotic things happen
Poetry lives in the moment of beauty
Within the eyes of the lover
It is the intensity inside the
Seeker's heart
Poetry lives in the sadness of war
Or the loneliness of a young girl
Poetry occupies both hostile and
beautiful terrains
Joy and sorrow are part of the realm
of Poetry
Poetry lives in the stillness of the
night
Across the vastness of eternity
Poetry lives in our hearts
Inside our closed eyes
Poetry lives inside the fibre of our
being
Poetry is a dream that cannot stay
hidden
A path that is illuminated
Poetry is you and me inside the
cubicle of existence
Poetry is a river of emotions
bursting through the wall of our collective consciousness
It is the innermost feeling
The utmost experience
