Fellow Scholars and Scribes! I bid you welcome to the first annual SCRIBE SPOTLIGHT! 🙌 people are going crazy 🙌

At the end of each year, we will take a couple of weeks (maybe more actually, probs like a month at this point 😅) to highlight our most diligent and talented authors. 😱

Of course, there are other factors at play: your activity in the community, the number of writings you have posted, as well as your overall conduct with other members.

All quotes in this showcase are from the spotlighted creator's works.

Penny for your thoughts? (sorry, I had to 😭). Well, check out the master of poetry that has made their home amongst the Scholars and Scribes. It is my great pleasure to bring to you... 🥁🥁🥁

If you want a poem, @penyaircyber's got you covered. 😊 As prolific as one could be writing poetry, the output that this author shows is truly staggering. 💯

And you might say, hurp, durp, it's easy to have a high output doing poetry. Heh, allow me to change your mind. 😇

Throughout this article, I will link 3 of my favorite poems from @penyaircyber. Showcasing their most impressive trait - diversity. Diversity in both style and substance**.

This is what separates @penyaircyber from the rest. 🎷

We start with Moonlight. Short and sweet, it hits to the core of what makes us human - mortality. @penyaircyber uses a four-verse structure in this one, something you might think is common, but you'll soon see that this Scribe loves mixing it up.

From behind the clouds, a tinge
Moonlight
Perfect
Say silence

I won't be quoting the entire poem because I want you guys to go and give our fellow Scribe the clicks they deserve. If you want to know how each poem ends, all you have to do is click on the linked names!

Then we have In This City. A poem about the futility of living somewhere where you're just another number, a ghost walking amongst other ghosts.

in this city we are strangers to the sound of noise. do you hear in the cavity of your head the sound of loud noises?
in this city we witness wide pictures on the roadside smiling all day long all night under the hot sun under the pouring rain. do you know who they are?

You will notice this is a three-verse poem with a completely different scheme than Moonlight. 🙂

And this style-change-trend doesn't change with The drizzle is not over, our third poem this evening. More obscure than the others, I personally relate it to how man and nature are not so different after all. Of course, you are free to have your own interpretation.

The sky is bruised. The drizzle is not over. Some sing under the thin light rain. The roar of vehicles scrambling the road. Alternating horns.

While this also is a three-verse poem, the structure is completely different. This willingness to always push oneself into doing new and interesting things is what the Scholar and Scribe community is all about! 💪