The Poet

Martin Chrispine Juwa


He stares on the lines he’s just conceived

His words jump in the air
Rhymes chuckle as they pass by
Ink dripping wisdom and truth
Smiling,
The poet leans forward;
He stares on the lines he’s just conceived
With deep bright eyes
And a sigh straight out of the heart
That feeling,
Of
‘All this shall come to pass’
As he reads to the wind the beauty of life
He has just created.