Steel Of Dreams Poem by Robert Scott Cohn

I write to forge thought
to timelessness..
as night gives way to light of day
morning rays transform
gray-scale vision
with magical, gradient, immaculate precision.


I write forging images
cold-rolled dialect
hammered for description
angles I select..
pulled red from the coals
these dreams are annealed
when shape is set,
feelings are revealed.

My anvil and hammer
transform wrought iron vision
with artistic, splendid, immaculate precision!