I know not a hand axe,
Cathartic is my poetry and rhyme.
I pen in the darkness,
when my sun sets in the east.
I smile and write when my moon is fecund-
Dancing in the mad I do,
Amid a downpour that washes my dark heart;
Lough not when you see my smile,
Purging I do when I shower in the rain.
All because I know not a hand axe.
A Hand Axe
Brian Bunguswa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/28/2019
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Poem topics: dark, heart, moon, poetry, rain, sun, write, rhyme, smile, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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Mercelyne Nelima: The thoughts we get in the dark.Always intriguing.
[email protected] : A great piece and very poetic. May your star shine
Martin Makhanu : A great piece Brian
Martin Makhanu : A great piece. May your star shine
Peter Makhanu: Pregnant with poetic devices . Is it mud or mad ?
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