Poetstitute

Poetstitute

Poetstitute

Written by Di MadWriter

While others rest at night
You’re out on scripting streets
Getting dropped off by Sleep
And looking out for Muse’s chauffeur

You wear that seductive dress of creativity
And you climb on heels of imagination
Cars stop and honk, and you blush to their pickup lines
You pick up lines as you’re driven to a new home-page

There, you find Muse waiting. Asking why you always come when it’s dark
You say days are for lovers and nights are for sinners
You lose your clothes in a blink of an eye. Muse finds you naked, your faults bared
And you both make love under the stare of the moonlight

You’re back on the streets again, poetstitute
This car goes by, reverses; Sleep is in there. “You can’t get enough, can you?”
But you love this life, and you love that it pays. So you enter, you smile
And you sleep with Sleep all over again

Di MadWriter

About ‘Poetstitute’

Poetstitute is a short poem that relates the dealings of a poet to that of a prostitute. The poet, instead of resting during the night hours like every other person does, is out on ‘scripting streets’.

In the poet’s client list are notable figures like Sleep and Muse (personified).
Muse’s chauffeur picks the poet from the streets and drives to where Muse is waiting for them.

There, the poet finds Muse, gets rid of the clothing and is found bare and naked (without shame). They proceed to make love. This describes what writing feels like.

The poet is done with Muse and is right back on the streets. Sleep comes by. Sleep never stays away for too long. Seems he can’t get enough. The poet, loving this life and all the benefits that it brings, does not hesitate to hop right in with Sleep.

The cycle continues.

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Di MadWriter

Di MadWriter is a Nigerian storyteller and poet who fully exercises his right to laugh whenever and wherever he wants. He thinks madness is a spectrum; it is not absolute. Every new day, he chooses whether to be rigid or informal. He loves to see people laugh, or smile at least.

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Monidipa
1 year ago

I love poems. And Di MadWriter points out the nakedness of the soul not of a body… His feelings, his emotions are raw and thats what would make a reader love this poem.

Di MadWriter
Reply to  Monidipa
1 year ago

Exactly! Thank you for shedding more light on that.

Trisha Mishra
1 year ago

Interesting analogy, I wonder if the poet’s agree.

Di MadWriter
Reply to  Trisha Mishra
1 year ago

Well, I’m a poet, so that’s one in favour.😅

Thank you for reading.

Marycecilia Aya
11 months ago

I love this!!!

This is the poetry I live for.

The way you relate the life of a poet to that of a prostitute; so unique!

Keep it coming : )

Peter David
11 months ago

This one is mad-o! 😃LOL…

Amazingly creative. Loving it

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