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»I won't stop writing«

by Marcia Nonkululeko Tladi, October 10, 2006

I won't stop writing
As long as my heart narrates
Long worded sentences that have no grammatical morals
Filled with the life of the very meaning they were created for
I won't stop writing till my mind retires
And even when it has unlearnt all its schooling
I will put down my wisdom in senile ink
I will squiggle pictures of nouns and verbs
In jigsaw artistry that, only sorcerers can read
I won't stop writing
Because the poetry of ancient people was chopped down
On painted trees that make the very paper
I pen these riddles on
So I'll trace the edges of faint recycled wisdom
And bring to life the circus shows that played
In timeworn minds long-imbibed by the soil
And when I get these bursts of inspiration
Wanting to celebrate the very use of words
I'll pour all the words out my heart and make them dance
In patterned scrabbled fashions
That need not make sense
But stir the doldrums out of life

The dance of a poet


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Reader comments

"that is the feelings of a real writer thanks"
Hettie Van Zyl, Feb 11, 2009
"I feel the same, that's so good"
Marlene, Jan 23, 2009
"Pele ea pele!! Let the pen do the talking."
AS, Feb 7, 2008
"Don't stop writing my sister, let that ink continue to drip...Too tight!!!"
NM, May 26, 2007
"that's tight"
thimboz, Oct 27, 2006

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