On the anvil of wording you forge the poem.
And as the smith delivers the pickax
only deftly wrought to dig the soil
you don't cease chiseling it
except ready for Judgement's hand.
Someone oneday
will use it as a tool
to dig within himself
to find the spark
that lit its flame.
Wonderful! When the tools of Poetry (inspiration, experience and hard work) , the most important and strenuous elements of the procedure, strong, abt and masculine sparks sculpt the genesis of great poetry.
I like your poem immensely! Love the imagery and the potency of your words!
Thank you, Sofia, for the kindness to have a generous word for it.
I wish I had written this Dimitrios you express it so exquisitely All poets understand this process so well
A normal experience of the struggle between the words! .thanks a lot, dear Norah.
Excellent work. Somewhere someone will relate to a poet's feelings, will feel the pain n pleasure the poet felt while writing. That's the beauty of writing. A writer is never alone in his feelings, there are many whose heart beats with a similar rhythm.
Your comment honours the result of the struggle to forge the words in a poem, dear Nosheen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one of the toughest things to accomplish is a readable poem about poems. You did it. I love the way you found to make the words sizzle: Someone oneday will use it as a tool to dig within himself to find the spark Thanks! -Rich
Thank you Sir for the kind words.