Within this stone lay my imagination
Upon this blank page I will spill my blood
Chisel and hammer I hold
The pen no longer my fingers splayed
I look within to find the heart; my own and the stone’s
This block of writers’ my hesitation
I type in furious frenzy
The first edge goes, the stone takes shape
Aha! Aho! Ahee! The words they flow
Chink! Crack! Crash! Layer by layer they fall
Rough draft in my hand
Chisel in my hand, the shape forms in me
Polished stone watered and wet
Edit and cut, thinning the verbose
Let it dry, then polish again
Let the words sit, marinate in their stew
Sanded, polished, and poised - statuesque regality
One last check, then send it out; the story done and set
This is for a dVerse prompt: Using the above poems as examples, I want you to write a poem featuring, if not centering, on rock or stone. I chose to use stone as medium to create mirrored by using writing to create. I hope you enjoy! 😊
labour for the love of words, nice one
much love
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Thank you Gillena! I appreciate your work as well despite not commenting on it. 😊❤
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A great analogy of sculptor of stone and sculptor of words! Well done.
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Thanks Roth. You get it. 😁
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yes! You are welome.
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It takes some effort to write things in stone…
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If you’re going to write words to last you should at least put the effort in I say. 😉 Thanks for reading.
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I love the life in your poem – the toil and the sounds of working things out on the page! Jae
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It’s breathing life into your work that … brings it to life. 😁 Thanks for reading.
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I don’t often let things dry. I want to get them out the door (or should I say, into the gallery).
Great write Stew 👏
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Sometimes that little extra time lets you see a crack that you miss and can polish out. Though I get the urge to just get it out and on to the next or to show it off. 😁 Thanks for reading Shaun.
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Id say you chiseled out a dandy here, good sir! Way to tackle writer’s block! Much love 💚
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Chipped away at it until it came through. 😁 Thank you for reading! ❤
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Ah, the noise of creation when you’re up against the writer’s block! I love how you turn this idiom into a metaphor for carving out a story, Stew. The opening lines show the effort entailed and where the story begins, in the heart. And this, “the shape forms in me” — the inner reflecting the outer — both bettered by the other. Surely this is a the true joy and purpose of creation!
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I thought of carving stone when I saw the prompt and then carving out a story and well … The joy and purpose of creation. 😊 Thanks for reading!
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Great title to lead the way to your carving of your wonderful poem.
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It was hard but I was able to grind it out. hehe Thank you and thanks for reading! 😊
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