25/08/2025
*Tamar, Kennedy and Diva *
Tamar...
She rules, she leads, she governs,
Seated on the ladder, is she,
Can make, can mar,
Can break, can build,
Her presence evokes power.
Her aura, strength.
She determines who stays and who leaves.
She has the voice, she speaks.
Into fame, was she born.
Born, of course! With a silver spoon
Kennedy...
He follows, he toils, he breaks.
At the foot of the ladder, is he.
He follows, he follows,
He speaks but follows until..... Until his inner cord snaps.
He toils,
The sun sees him in toil,
The moon meets him in toil,
The rain visits him in toil,
On and on, he still toils.
Where is he?
Look up!
Look up I say,
Alas! He is atop the ladder.
Diva
Who is she?
Who is Diva?
Have you seen her?
Do you know her?
She is indeed!
She is like a leaf in the forest.
Never to be noticed by the farmer.
She follows, she listens, she follows,
She does not speak, for she has not the voice.
A penny or two is all she desires.
She wakes, breaths, eats and sleeps.
Of all these is she fulfilled.
Oh Diva! A fair plain woman
I happen to be Kennedy, who are you?
Whispers-poem
