I wrote this poem to celebrate everyone who reads it as we are all writers of some sort. Whether you are a renowned author, a stay home at mum, entrepreneur, student etc, everybody writes. We publish what we write in various mediums of communication in print form, audio-visual form or in the hearts of men.
Welcome to the writers world.
Who are you
I am a writer and, a musician of some sort
I make melody with words
I cause words and emotions to dance rhythmically
My talking drum is my paper
Beating words out of the Djembe is my art.
I am a fisher of words
I fish in the ocean of thoughts
Paddling far to where the heavens meet the earth
To drop my net into the deep sea of memories
To feed the hungry souls of men.
I am a scribe
My quill is made of steel
I live to write
I write to live
Merchandising utterances is my life
Chiseling words into the marble
of men’s heart is my call.
My work is never finished
Every time I finish writing
I start writing
When I am satisfied
I get dissatisfied.
I am a a rehabilitator of ghosts
I exhume buried reflections
The ghosts of words
Embalmed in deep thoughts
The imaginations of a writer
An undertaker of some sort.
When I am lonely
I am not alone
When I sleep
My soul is word awake
Exploring the graves in my memory
Making dead words live again.
This is the writer’s life
Men who sleep whilst being awake
Intermeddling with the seen unseen
In the land of inspirations
Where scribbling and scrawling rules
is the only game in town.
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