Seven Senryus
sitting on a shelf subdued
waiting for your time
Liberating poems
words used the way they were meant
cathartic lightbulbs
Violins go thru me
what is inside these people
projecting these notes
Mysterious moss
absorbs my unlit shadows
relieving my soles
I see straight thru you
your complexity intrigues
then becomes a poem
Why expose me now
people can wait to see me
I hope I am brave
In my hermit cave
thank you Maya for the paint
I am poetry
A pot worthy thought
my daffodil said to me
blooming as it spoke
Life,share your essence
Please,bless me with your knowledge
I will pass it on
Emerging ziegiest
understand the new ambience
know your ethos
May I Ubuntu
thank you Africa for this
simplification