the wilt



reality began to look like a dying field
of malnourished dreams in dire need
of a premature harvest because these were not
ripe enough to be consumed by me

thus i would plant a new seed
nurture it, water it, and remove all its weeds
fertilize the fields with newly found hope
that these new dreams will bear a desirable yield

now i am left with a task: to uproot
what is left of the dying dreams that i knew
the dreams that saw how life can be a brute
that kills one dream and lets the others follow in suit

About this poem

This poem is a brief expression of how I felt when I had to let go of my dreams of being a musician after having invested my time and effort into it in hopes that it will bear the fruits of joy and satisfaction. The lack of punctuation and use of lowercase is symbolic of not only how quick I had to let go of this dream, gather myself and move on, but also of how belittled I felt when I was told that this dream of mine is nothing but a "pipe" or "false" dream.  

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Written on June 23, 2022

Submitted by on June 23, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABXX BXXA CXCC
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 509
Words 103
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4

Kabelo O. Ntamane

Student, writer and aspiring photographer. Kabelo (born 20 June) has been writing expressive poems from the age of fourteen. This began as a manner of expressing all the thoughts and feelings he kept bottled up since he was quite a non-communicative young fellow. Kabelo has a very distinctive manner of writing, in that his poems are mostly written in lowercase and have very minimal to no punctuation. This style of writing stems from one of his most favourite poets, Rupi Kaur. Kabelo shies away from term "poet" or "writer," referring to himself as "a young fellow that journals in stanzas, rhythms and rhyme schemes." Although his poems do not have a very specific genre, it is needless to say that they would fit the "self-expression" genre perfectly had there been such a genre. more…

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