What is the purpose of writing?
For me, it has always started
With the glimmer of an idea.
It can be inspired by clouds,
It is bright and sparks
It has connection
Everybody is equal.
People are poetry.
Music is magical.
Thoughts become words.
And words are not weapons!
So how did I start writing?
Dr Seuss was an early fave
I loved trying to rhyme;
To understand the rhythm.
He was the first to convince me
Words are power
My parents had no idea
Of what was overtaking me,
But I had a loving Pa
Who loved words and languages.
Even when I was in primary school,
He shared his love of the bible and French;
Making of me a humble devotee.
I turned all my feelings into words,
Transforming darkness into light.
Even now when the bible is nought to me
I still cherish the John 1:1 idea
Words have often been my escape;
A place of happiness, solitude and peace.
I also love to invent and transmogrify words;
For indeed, they are my purest and sincerest joy!
PS: According to W.H. Auden “A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language”