New Poetry This Morning
It is more work than art.
A thing of tools and a strange kind of soul wrestling,
a pounding of demons, strong as steel,
and just as malleable.
Malleable that is, with the application of fire
and determination, steel against steel,
just long enough to capture each one in ink
and leave it on the doorstep
for strangers to find.
About this poem
On my facebook pages, when I finish a poem, I post it with the heading “New Poetry this Morning.” This is about what is going on when I write.
The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Village, in Mass.