Give My Poetry A Plot
Even when uncertainty ain’t out of the knot
The feelings of a starry magic carpet? Renounce the perfume you wore the other day on the last supper. I mean, you made Iscariot forfeit his deal with the phrasies.
Pour out thy spirit, lay down the angelic cloak. Mama told me “violence shouldn’t be your take, take your stand when you have to”.
One-night stands aren’t on the recipe, poems are stuck in my net. Help me drag the load to the shore.
My pen is naughty with traits of mixed juice and tar, the cancerous blues.
Anticipating peace after death, freedom in cuffs.
All done with joy, grace takes the spotlight. Is uncertainty out of the knot?
Give my poetry a plot, appreciate my relentless silver linings.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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