All is cracked up

Just when I was about to give up writing poetry
time wasted
there seem to be no success in it
all is cracked up
like the biblical fishermen who toiled the whole night and got nothing
only told to cast their nets when they had already called it day
and caught as many fish they could not manage;
my clamsy stanzas are getting attention.

Sitidziwa Ndoya
11 April 2015

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About ndoya68

I am a Malawian born sel- taught artist living in Zimbabwe who apart from my sel- employment job as a carpenter have devoted most of spare time writing poetry musclin my way into the more academic literal world where men and women of letters are busy showcasing their various forms of literal skills .Though not yet established in the print media, I have found my place in the online media sociial networks where I have a number from various parts of the world enjoying my work . But this is limit. I also aim to venture into the print media and make a name .
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