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Dear Inspiration

Strum my strings O spirits
Divine. With songs on your lips.
I come as a reed
A lyre to be made by thee.

The chiming clock like the footfalls of time
Her pace the hour hand mimes.
I ask for thy carving knife
Make purpose of this miserable life.

Dear Inspiration, breathe life into this pen
Or I dare no height like a one-winged wren.
From thy scroll read mystic verses to me
I to sit as a scribe only but to copy.

Vain is wit as a yacht without oar
A hapless sailor with no hope for the dreamt shore.
O that your whisper would engulf my lowly soul!
I will stay candle, inkwell, quill and scroll.


– Martins Deep







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30, a collection of poems by Jaachi Anyatonwu
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ
Jaachị Anyatọnwụ is a poet, editor, and publisher living in the suburbs of Aba. He is the author of numerous poetry chapbooks and collections, and the Editor-In-Chief of Poemify Publishers Inc. Jaachị is passionate about discovering new voices and mentoring emerging poets. He is also a fierce advocate for the boy child and sexually molested.

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