I am a linguistic artist
a wordsmith, if you will
I attach metaphors to facts
and twist sentences into lyrical masterpieces
I craft rhyme schemes
out of thin encrypted air
and impose messages
in loose vocal chords
some of what I say or write
will make you think
trapping your mind
like a bird imprisoned
caged in a land
foreign to the stretch of her wings
some of what I say
will rest against your eardrum
and all you can do is listen
and hesitate like fall
as it realizes it is the season of winter's apprehension
I turn all your negativity
into kinetic energy
in order to form a positive picture
I am a wordsmith
a composer of lyrical scripture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem