Mandy Tams The Golden Girl Poet Rhyme

Trial and Error

The Bessemer furnace eats its fill
It melts and then disgorges its kill
Forged as in the fires of hell 
The hard cool steel we know so well

Sharp yet malleable hammered out true
To build with strength and stainless too
Two edged we find its strength may be
Yet free from impurities it is we see

To reach this stage of true cool steel
Air pumped in the burning flames must feel
Through trial and error they struggle to perfect
To reach the perfection they adjust and correct.

© 29/03/2013 ~GG~

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Karen Anglesey May 4, 2013 at 10:46 AM Wow ...the metaphor and creativity is superb. Most excellent poetry!

Eileen Manassian April 5, 2013 at 1:08 PM Mandy, this has such a deeper meaning to ponder. Thanks for sharing this....Also, thanks ever so much for your lovely comment on my poem. You brought me joy!

Kathryn Collins April 2, 2013 at 8:21 AM This is so interesting, Many. What a fabulous last line. Your rhyme is infectious. It makes me want more.

Jack Horne March 31, 2013 at 3:35 PM love this inspiring write, my friend - and very interesting details about steel-making too. Hope you are having a great Easter x Congrats on your wins too : )

Joseph May March 31, 2013 at 10:17 AM nicely penned Mandy.... best wishes

Robert Heemstra March 29, 2013 at 6:00 PM I love that line "...in the fires of hell" thanks you.

Toquyen Harrell March 29, 2013 at 4:20 PM We all learn by different ways. But only if we learn then we may ever improve. Great one, Mandy. Love it!

Charmaine Chircop March 29, 2013 at 4:11 PM This poem makes me ponder..cos with trial and error we learn..we try to reach for perfection with the help of correction..but i guess perfection is never fetched.Glad i stopped by

Harry Horsman March 29, 2013 at 11:15 AM The impurities of the creation can come in many forms Mandy, yet your poetry continues to inspire. and just gets better and better... love this.. certainly not from a heart of steel, but maybe gold?

Donna Jones March 29, 2013 at 11:12 AM Powerful..words and strong poem...I feel this one Mandy....love it Donna. :-)