Sometimes i get afraid of being called a poet
Because i feel am way below standard
I feel my words are yet literally sterilized enough to fit into the category of poetry
Sometimes the pen feels so heavy like a Weightlift
Paper seems hard like template and ink redundant to spill out
I google for words and inspiration from the poetic world but then i remember my literal subscription of consistency is expired
Sometimes i write in pages and i end up trashing them because i know i could better
The weather sometimes becomes a determinant for a flawless or flawed piece
Being a word smith stimulates the brain to a 24hrs in action
How they term me mad a moment they see a pen glued to the tip of my ears
They say am synonymous to a carpenter
How am always lost fidgeting my phone once a line drops in
Because inspiration sets in like dew at anytime and penmen have to be ready
To catch a glimpse of the poetic atmosphere
Anytime it settles on the membrane of Worden’s
The way i say goodnight to sleep and tarry all night with my soul food(music)on just to get a piece perfected
How i drown in sea of words just to get a particular term that fits to a rhyme
The ruffling of excess sheets in order to get a perfect one
The finished product applauded but the raw material invincible
The writing process hell but the poem paradise
You’re expected to deliver always because hey,nobody sent you in the first place
You see,life behind the pen ain’t easy
It makes you a glutton for words
But then it’s worth it
Cos when the library of my tongue is outdated
My Pen’s on stand by
Me without poetry is a tree with no roots
Just like me without music is a meal with no spice
So here’s a thumbs up to my fellow penmen,poets,writers, and all those blessed with the art of Wordship
At that point you feel you’re at the benediction of your penmanship
Know that you’re at the genesis of your service
Till the pen bleeds to it’s last drop of ink
Till the last line of the paper gets exhausted and your wordcraftcy screams for an extra sheet
Write,like the best of you is yet to be read
Write and don’t stop
Until you skin kisses the lips of dust
Until the world understands that the pen is mightier than the sword
KEEP WRITING!!!
By Poetic (Ofem Ubi)