smithies come and go
all legacies and legends
there's iron everywhere
waiting to be made
all longing to be crafted
wanting to be used
piercing hammer ring
so brilliant and resounding
finest cutting edge
curves of precision
never yielding to any
save the wielding hand
said the lyric man
only iron sharpens iron
now i understand
never wonder why
said the smithy in return
now i understand
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Categories:
smithies, philosophy, poems, poetess, poetry,
Form: Lyric
smithies come and go
all legacies and legends
there's iron everywhere
waiting to be made
all longing to be crafted
wanting to be used
piercing hammer ring
so brilliant and resounding
finest cutting edge
curves of precision
never yielding to any
save the wielding hand
said the lyric man
only iron sharpens iron
now i understand
never wonder why
said the smithy in return
now i understand
Categories:
smithies, philosophy, poetess, poets,
Form: Haiku
My face is a canvas
on which ever busied time will paint for decades.
My lips are dried out magnets
of unseen power and attraction.
My ears are smithies
that poundr the sounds from the hammer to the anvil.
My hands are warm taloned machines
that alternately build and destroy.
My knees are shredded toilet paper
thrown in oak trees before a monsoon.
My heart’s a molten battery
that doubles as a punching bag.
My eyes are two long dead stars
whose fragile green lights have just reached the Earth.
Categories:
smithies, introspection,
Form: Couplet