Hephaestus
Hephaestus, god of fire,
had legendary skills.
Handicapped, and yet still
hailed as a smithing god,
his metalworking skills
helped him fashion weapons
hammered out for the gods.
(Pleiades)
3/02/2022
Categories:
smithing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Pleiades
~ Frost
by
design
~ delicate,
crafted in the night,
dainty — like lacy handiwork
~ inspirational, like twisted wire, a story told —
details meted out behind heaven’s door, with peculiarities that we adore
~ O
please
inspect
windowpane
crystalline effects ~
~ seraphic white silver and gold —
the finest craftsmanship, twisted with Eden’s treasure ~
filigree beads of angelic hoary-breath, reminders of the invisible God
~ Rime
clings
to soil,
inspired world —
embraced by cold hands ~
fragile tendrils spread like ivy,
intricate cherubic smithing — like spider webbing,
subtleties sensational, O how it sparkles ~ seasonal diamondiferous earth
1/24/2018
The Magic Of Three
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Fibonacci (8 lines) x 3 = 24 lines(pattern- 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 syllables)
Categories:
smithing, nature,
Form: Fibonacci
Poets like social butterflies,
try to get out, to see and be seen
To hear and recite
To post and 'got mail' replies
But word-smithing is a soul alone
depositing to a vast agglomeration
always on the stove, brooding and bubbling away.
Categories:
smithing, poetry,
Form: Grook
Everytime I see your face my heart smiles
My curly brown haired
It's like it's been forever
My eyes feeding on your picture imprinted in my mind
It's taken forever to leave
Your castle embedded in my soul
Your smile hits me hard like the sun's ray at noon
Smithing the grey shadowy clouds of fearsome worry
Of a never see you again
I refuse to believe I can come to terms
The reality of you staring my eyes,binding,blinding
Can I get your shades?
My don in the academia
Running,longing,burning away in set pieces
Makes me feel your metallic core
Lounging lazily ploundering endlessly
I,left in this world with a you
A big floating ball tossed amongst us
As lows and highs mingling,switching positions
In hands of us who decides what happens
In our territorial district
Categories:
smithing, loveme,
Form: Prose Poetry