Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.

You have an ad blocker! We understand, but...

PoetrySoup is a small privately owned website. Our means of support comes from advertising revenue. We want to keep PoetrySoup alive, make it better, and keep it free. Please support us by disabling your ad blocker on PoetrySoup. See how to enable ads while keeping your ad blocker active. Also, did you know you can become a PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member and block ads forever...while getting many more great features. Take a look! Thank you!
Get Your Premium Membership

Makers And Creatures

 It is a curious experience
And one you"re bound to know, though probably
In other realms than that of literature,
Though I speak of poems now, assuming
That you are interested, otherwise,
Of course, you wouldn"t be reading this.
It is strange to come across a poem In an old magazine, perhaps, and fail At first to see that it"s your own.
Sometimes you think, grateful and surprised, "That"s really not too bad", or gloomily: "Many have done as well and far, far better".
Or, in despair, "My God that"s terrible.
What was I thinking of to publish it".
And then you start to wonder how the great Poets felt, seeing, surprised, their poems As strangers, beautiful.
And how do all the Makers feel to see their creatures live: The carpenter, the architect, the man who Crochets intricate embroideries Of steel across the sky.
And how does God Feel, looking at his poems, his creatures? The swelling inhalation of plump hills, Plumage of poplars on the pale horizon, Fishleap flashing in pools cool as silver, Great horses haunched with glossy muscles And birds who spray their song like apple juice And the soft shock of snow.
He must feel good Surprised again by these.
But what happens When He takes a look at Man? Does He say, "That"s really not too bad", Or does He, as I fear, Wince ruefully and mutter to Himself: "What was I thinking of publishing that one"?

Poem by
Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem - Makers And CreaturesEmail Poem | Create an image from this poem

Poems are below...

Top Vernon Scannell Poems

Analysis and Comments on Makers And Creatures

Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Makers And Creatures here.