As a poet I seek to give words A form of sorts I feel as though I am a blacksmith The hammer a pen The paper my anvil Words the steel Viciously shapeless at first Once refined, beautifully curved Tempered with my emotion To form a crafted sword Not meant to pierce flesh But instead the soul Surface can be of gilded gold Ornate and pretty A blade meant to dazzle and woo I say this resolutely, absolutely Because in the breath of a sentence One can live **forever
A poem about the impact poetry can can have and what better way to describe than to say you're a craftsman of sorts