Thursday, April 4, 2013

Anvil Poem

sledge hammer swings
big thunder cracks
metal heats good n'hot

sweat beads flow
soaking hem deep
hammer raised high

weight crashes down
dust cloud flies - swirls
hammer head splits

  broken



16 comments:

  1. dang...you hitting it pretty hard to break the hammer eh? what are you trying to shape?

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  2. ARGH! Hate it when I'm in the flow of a project and a tool gives out. Happens. Guess that's when one centers, breathes, begins again...

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  3. Ouch! This poem actually hurts to read! That means it is very, very good!

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  4. Oh, I could see the whole thing. The use of utilitarian language was very effective. Task, task, oops! For me, it's breaking off a pencil tip - especially one freshly sharpened.

    I think it was Alice Walker who told the story of the trees talking to one another. As a woodsman approached to chop down one, the trees said of the axe, "The handle is one of us."

    Well done, babe! Amy

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  5. and what do you make of the broken pieces?

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  6. I like the sounds here, sharp and crashing ~

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  7. Nicely done. I'm tempted to say that it's quite a neat metaphor for writer's block. Too often I feel like I've broken whatever tool i need to get at my thoughts.

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  8. So vividly written! This is wonderful.

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  9. Your analogy is inspired - I've never thought of the similarities between a smithy and a poet before. Certainly the effort required to bang out something of meaning and worth does raise the sweat and tire the arm.

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  10. I've experienced the ax flying off the handle, but never the hammer head splitting against the anvil - in the physical realm anyway. Now in the metaphysical realm, this poem could take me to other places.

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  11. And who would write a poem about an anvil? Good job!

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  12. I couldn't stop wondering what happened to the workpiece. Anyway not too tragic. Don't know a smith who doesn't have a multitude of hammers hanging on the wall. But it does hurt when you loose your favorite.

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  13. This conjured many literal and symbolic meanings...excellent write, once again.

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