IF ONLY THE WORLD COULD BE // Poem by Zibo Basinyi

A house at peace, a hut at ease

can a troubled heart appease.

If only the world could a copycat be

take form and that house in the

summer breeze be...

Planted somewhere among the trees

is love, beauty, grace, and peace

like nothing I have ever seen.

Deep within the woods, I've seen

myth does exist.

It's nothing fancy I admit, yet still I do insist

it's the epitome of what the world should be.

How could a thing hold no ill-will, or be

utterly in love and in turn loved back in glee,

loved back by the forces of nature that be?

Hurry, hurry to the place and see

what we are all missing,

the house in Earth's ample bosom,

doing what I almost swear was kissing

There by the sunset, sitting…

Hurry, hurry and thy soul appease.

Behold what the world could be... 

Author

Zibo Basinyi is an emerging poet living and working in Mahalapye, Botswana. His interest in writing poetry began early in school. He writes about love, home and nature. He is currently working as a tutor.