AM (12 /09/1985 / Harare zimbabwe)

Nerve Of Poetry

Nerve of poetry

Please forgive my indulgence
It is everyone I want to please.
Drums playing in their rhythm
And to me in doldrums,
While they claim my legacy,
We have not talked in a while.
Dead end conversations of late.
I am alive and not even dead

Strolling In this thing a mall,
Not vanquished and walking tall,
Head and shoulders above all.
In their noise cannot drop my call.
Overheard a voice in my phone asking to meet at the hall.

Where were we?
They want me?
what is it going to be?
Will that be easy for someone as far as Santa Fe?

Ding dong drum dance.
Big bright buddy Bance

Sleep it over
Beep it Rover
Deep it lover

No hard feelings it is the nerve of poetry

by Alison Mujati

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Comments (5)

Ding dong drum dance. Big bright buddy Bance Sleep it over Beep it Rover Deep it lover.....very fine conception...... lovely work dear poet..... tony
Lovely work of art embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Alison and do stay enriched.
Thank you for the comments guys
Easy to read and understand. I am happy to discover some poetic devices
Beautiful peace of art. Thank you for sharing