“Write” by Nachi "the poet" Aguboshim

“Write” by Nachi "the poet" Aguboshim

Hand to pencil, then pencil to paper,
To express words now, one may forget later.

Mere seconds have emerged and your mind is no longer clear,
As you are now firmly within its grasp so words now appear.

It comes in stages, as not every line has precision,
With time ideas develop and there lays your vision.

You wonder how it got this way, that being the way that you would write,
Eating and sleeping seem such a waste of time as you drift deeper into the night.

A smile becomes visible as this foundation formulates,
Similes, metaphors and alliteration, through these, images you now create.

You then stop for a while, as writers block suddenly strikes. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . In this state you lose direction, as if one had lost their sight.

Looking at your pencil, something inside materialises, like a figure within the mist
Writers block is in your mind, so let this pencil be the catalyst.

Closing your eyes, again you put this pencil to the paper,
Something feels different as the experience is greater.

Like water quenching your thirst, as each drop recharges your very soul
Or the beauty of a butterfly and its colours that freely flow

Be it the cool, gentle breeze that softly caresses your skin,
Or the birth of your child, that erupt feelings from within.

The sweet smell of roses, oh summer how we missed this in your absence,
Or chicken roasting for Sunday Dinner, such an alluring fragrance

The tender feeling of a kiss, from the one you love more then you can declare
Or those who are no longer with us, as their spirits ascend into the air

The birds singing elegantly as a new day begins to take shape,
Putting these words together, that is merely how you relate.