My Art Poem by Ike Chichebem

Howthedayshavegoneby
Weeks, monthsalldaysafterall
Insoswiftawhile
Andwitheachmywallgrowsevenhigher
Now, Isitandfindsolaceinmyart
Isitwithpenscriblingthoughtleslyonblankpages
Thenstumbleiuponathought
Whichcomeseffortlesslytuggingatthehelmofmymindsfabric
Likeaachildatitsmothersgown
Icarryitoutasmothersarewont
Anduntomybookmypeninscribe
Andwishitrestnow
Andwishitrestnow
Thencemymouthtwitchinasmilelikeamothersathernewborn
Acreaturecomeforthfromher
Ismileihavecreatedagain
Andjoysotenderyetnonestronger
Fillmyheartandifearitbursting
Andjoys tender yet none stronger fill my heart fear it bursting
And for the while esconced in my art
And wish would there dwell for ever
Now as the days go by have learnt to run along
I hold iirm its whirling chariot
When cant sttope its madening swiftness
I find recourse in my art
I have learnt to creat anew with each new day.