The Creation Of A Single Composition Poem by Lynn W. Petty

It has been said; poetry is nothing more than placing
The proper word in its proper place.
How simply stated for the effort of a single composition!
Beneath the primeval of our subconscious mind
Lies the clay-material of all creation,
The strata of spiritual sedimentation,
Laid down before our birth.
From this wet plastic matter comes the substance
Of our imagination, the foundation
For the architecture of our reflections.
Sculpting images by the vocabulary used,
The writer casts, molds and shapes
The verbs and nouns into their final stage
Of fluid acquiescence.
Then, the poet, by placing each word
Into its proper place, gives power, vision and speech
To every inanimate object,
Translating the infinite invisible,
Into sacred symbols,
From the potter's mud of thought.

By: Lynn W. Petty