This poem.

penned on 14^th September 2015

There’s a poem

Waiting, crouching

A lioness

Eyeing its prey

Ready to spring forth

Bidding its time

Until time is scarce

           Difficult to spare.

There’s a poem

Dormant

A volcano that hasn’t fumed

In ages

It has spit out no heat

But it just exists

A promise, however scary

However sad.

A poem

Sheathed, its blade sharp

Hungry for blood

It will cut her up

Go through his heart

It will be unleashed

Unrepentant

          Unrelenting.

A poem

Sitting on a park bench

Out in the open

Unafraid of the spring

Smiling at the freshness of the dew

Laughing

Spreading its warmth

Like happiness hugging all passersby.

There’re poems we’ve never noticed

We couldn’t

We wouldn’t

Poems that washed up on the beach with an innocent face

-         Photographed,

            Never heard,

Not understood.

Poems mass murdered in schools

Gang raped in a bus

Dead

Or worse, broken

A broken verse staining hands that read

Hence unread, unheard

              Ignored, murdered.

Poems where probably they should never have been.

And a poem, in the midst of this

With a sunny heart

Unmarred

Hopeful

The poster poem for my catalogue

Of poems that have been

And those that can be.

This poem you see,

            It still believes.