The Reign Of Poetry Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In this kingdom of words
I am an immortal being
Born not of matter
But of the word
Poetry is not only a womb
To give birth to poems
But a garden
To nourish
And nurture the Soul
To breakdown the substance of life
And unveil the heart of existence
To plough the seeds of Hope and Love
And rejoice in the resurrection of the spirit
Poetry is an existence
Outside the body and mind
Unmasked and naked
The spirit celebrates
Floating in the eternal reign of poetry
In this drizzle of words
The spirit is alive
Illuminated by the rays of hope
Aroused by the caressing hands of Love
Poetry is not for the pompous
And those full of venom
It is for the kind hearted
And those undressed of ego
Poetry is sorrow and joy
Openly swinging on the pendulum of life
Poetry is deeper than the deepest pain
And higher than the highest point of happiness
Poetry exist outside the boundary of logic
And is neither governed by the laws of physics
Nor constrained by the application of mathematical formula
Poetry exists to remind us of our origin
In the vastness of nothingness
We were naked
Of body and mind
Only the spirit
Existed before existence
We are all products of the Word