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MiSkriBa 25 - 03/04 - Deray

Tressa assay MiSkriBa 2025 gen an prompt a skrifa bardhonek a dhispleg yn andhidro prag yth os bardh ha na par aral a artydh. Ny wonn mars yw ow assay andhidro, mes y'n dallathis dhe gwartrons dhe hwegh an myttin ma ha'y worfenna wosa gorthugher kerens y'n ober, ytho...

The third attempt at NaPoWriMo 2025 with the prompt of writing a poem that obliquely explains why you are a poet and not some other kind of artist. I'm not sure how oblique my attempt is, but I started writing at quarter to six this morning and finished after parents' evening at work, so...

Deray


My a gar "art".

Pub eghen a "art".

Pub blas yn kist tesennow "art".

My a vynn gul "art",

Avel peber "art".


Mes py par?


Ilewydh yw mester

Gen gitar ha band

Ow kana hag ow seni

Kanow ha sonyow

Rag delit an bys.

Ottena "art"

Ha my bardh.


Dramasydh yw mester

Gen skrif ha gwisk

Ow pewhe pub ger

Playys ha gwariow

Rag sordya'n brys.

Ottena "art"

Ha my bardh.


Awtour yw mester

Gen lyver ha droll'

Ow skrifa'n ollvys

Yn skrifow oll an bys

Rag dervyn mir.

Ottena "art"

Ha my bardh.


Skeusenner yw mester

Gen jynn ha prynt

Ow kachya pols

Kameras ha pobel

Rag kofhe'n jydh.

Ottena "art"

Ha my bardh.


Lymner yw mester

Gen pyncel ha paynt

Ow liwya le gwynn

Ha gwynnhe le liw

Rag degemerans oll.

Ottena "art"

Ha my bardh.


Bardh yw deray

Ow terri pub rewl

Ow kwari an foul

Yn kott hag yn ferr

Yn epyk ha haiku,

Eghen a dhelit

A sord pub preder

A dhervyn pub golok

A gofha pub prys

Heb degemerans neb

Yn gis y honan.

Ottena "vy"

Ha my bardh. 

Chaos 


I love “art”.

All kinds of “art”.

Every flavour in the cake tin of “art”.

I want to do “art”,

Like a baker of “art”.


But what kind?


A musician is a master

with a guitar and band

Singing and playing

Songs and sounds

For the world’s delight.

That’s “art”

And I’m a poet.


A dramatist is a master

with script and costume

Bringing words to life

In plays and dramas

To insight the world.

That’s “art”

And I’m a poet.


An author is a master

With book and droll

Writing the universe

In the writings of the world

To demand a look.

That’s “art”

and I’m a poet.


A photographer is master

With device and print

Catching a moment

Of cameras and people

To remember the day.

That’s “art”

And I’m a poet.


A painter is a master

With brush and paint

Colouring white space

And perfecting coloured space

To the reception of all.

That’s “art”

And I’m a poet.


A poet is chaos

Breaking every rule

Playing the fool

Shortly and shortly 

In epic and haiku,

A type of delight

That insights all thought

That demands all sight

That reminds every time

Without being received

In their own style.

That’s “me”

And I’m a poet.


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