Nothing but Pencils

When children write
They write
Trusting nothing but pencils
And a sparse chest of words
They scribble a path
To a new worlds
Plunging head first
Into the uncertainty of play

When children write
Words play with pages
Betraying the nubile innocence
Of their inky stains
They boom loud sounds
To dumb letters
They twist their imaginations
By the knob of their mistakes

When adults write
Words fight
With the hot-seated dogmas
And coloured perceptions
With ghosts that lurk
In the tunnels of thought
Just to squat
On the lines of pages

Their wary expressions
Distrust their fingers
Their fear (of failing)
Is hostile to their pens
Constantly they are haunted
By the conscience of their words
Because the world would judge them
Through a jury of 26 letters



4 thoughts on “Nothing but Pencils” by chika nwakanma (@afroxyz)

  1. Haha, nice one. Oh, how I love children and their innocence. We punish them for their mistakes, we grasp their hands and try to show them how, we whip left handers and try to impose ‘rightness’ on them.

    Please let them enjoy their mickey mouse world.

    Lovely poem.

  2. This is lovely @afroxyz, many a time I wish I can a baby status assume, and while there create for me, you and ‘them’ the better world we all are missing!
    Weldone!

  3. Lovely poem, Chika. I like this comparison and the imagery. Because they are kids, innocent and still growing, we let them bask in all that childhood offers.
    As adults, we’ve passed that stage, we’ve lost our innocence and we ought to know better.
    Right now, this one-woman jury has found you guilty of adding a letter in the wrong place.
    ‘To a new worlds’… Take out either the a or s.
    Well done, Afro. $ß.

  4. @afroxyz,

    I liked the way you showed the contrast between innocent children and opinionated adults.

    I especially liked these lines:

    “Constantly they are haunted
    By the conscience of their words
    Because the world would judge them
    Through a jury of 26 letters”

    Well done.

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