My art

A Poem by Chebem Ike

How the days had gone by,
Weeks, months, all days after all
In so swift a while and
And with each my wall grows even higher
Now, I sit and find solace in my art
I sit with pen scribbling thoughtlessly,
On blank pages
Then stumble I upon a thought
Which comes effortlessly tugging
At the helm of my minds fabric
As would a baby at its mother's gown
I carry it up, as mothers are wont
And unto my book my pen inscribe
Them and wish it rest now
Thence my mouth twitch in smile
Like a mother's at her new born,
A creature come forth from her
I smile I have created again
And joy so tender,yet none stronger
Fill my heart, I fear it bursting
So exhilarating!
And for the while ensconced
In that world of my art and
Wish I'd there dwell forever
Now as the days go by
I have learnt to run along
I hold firm it's whirling chariot
When I can't stop it's maddening swiftness
I find recourse in my art
I have learnt to create anew
With each new day.