composition

I turned the page
and words marched across
some jumbled
others in order

some eloquent
others strident
waxing and weaving
skating and sliding

articulate mysterious
defined discordant
majestic prose
sublime poems

creativity in each syllable
as wordsmiths
hammered them
into various shapes

beat them on the anvil
burnt them red hot
making them supple
compliant composed

as they meld them
to their whims
stories of the time
noting love and crime

they herald
thoughts emotions
conniptions dreams
rhymes and rhythm

as they drape and dribble
drool and dowse
leading bleeding
get them out!

d’Verse OLN Lillian – my photo of a wild scrub turkey, their neck ruffle is displayed for courtship and incubation – it’s a thermometer for their nest

36 comments

  1. Whoa! Love the imagery and rhythm of this poem, Kate! Very impactful. Great alliteration in the last verse. Wonderful poem!

    What is the name of the colorful bird?

    Kate, I responded to your comment on “Rising from the Ashes,” but I think I messed up and you were not notified. Sorry. You can look it up if you’re interested.

    All the best! Cheryl

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  2. So impactful and powerful, Kate. Poetry comes in different forms of our style, and indeed, they need to get out as they are. I love this piece, and please don’t take offense, but I read this like a rap poem. I repeated the words silently to myself at a fast pace and it fits; the rhythm works well for this too. Oh, well, just another one of my silly observations! Hahaha.

    But, really, I did enjoy reading this poem. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Powerful emotions…and powerful word-pics in your poem!
    YAY for words and how they can positively impact our lives.
    You, SweetKate, have a wonderful way with words…you weave them into masterpieces that challenge us, comfort us, encourage us, inspire us, teach us…and more. 🙂 Thank you! 🙂
    I always think about the fact that our words live beyond us…so we must make sure our words help and don’t destroy. 🙂
    (((HUGS))) 🙂

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  4. So glad we can turn the page and find them all there …. waiting to be crafted, tweaked, torqued, massaged, soothed, scolded, and whipped into whatever shape we fathom at the time we write!

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  5. Whenever you call me wordsmith, it evokes the image of a blacksmith working at his forge. In this poem you have used that metaphor so effectively and creatively! Love this, sis. It sure hits the sweet spot. ❤️

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