A Poet's Stand Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie

Let my words be th' words others have not used;
let my words have the footsteps of their own,
in the measure-and-rhyme-form well pen-fused
by hand: images through words of ink shown.

Let my words have th' splendour of the new morn
sighted by kindled eyes, or the fragrance
fresh the nose takes in and out; never worn
shall be th' light they give as experience.

Out of the pen, shall my words continue
to flow with originality's sound
energy, their beats e'er novel to glue
the hearts to heaven, where the stars astound.

When at last they have gold's worth, I rejoice
with heart content they are of a marked voice.