I have a fantastic library hidden
in the camera of my mind
a thousand egrets playing
on the sea shores of time
my muses bring my words
like a shower of rains into
the soul of my pen
to write words of philosophy
in the images of my poetry.
My mind sees a library where
my muses live and comes to
me to write of times past and
generations to come.
Why do I write like a man in
love with a woman
but falls in love with words as my true love?
My poetry is a very powerful expression of love,
its impact can be felt far and wide
in the deep rivers of your heart.
Coming from an unseen library in my soul
by my muses beyond the wings of the skies.
My poems are pictures of your
dreams
written on the leaves of your soul,
plant my words in the river of your mind;
read my poetry to forget your blackberry phone
explore my words in the river of your mind;
my words are a library of my soul
contemplating -contemporary poetry.
BY GIDEON CECIL
THE ETHIOPIAN HERALD SUNDAY EDITION 18 FEBRUARY 2024
