Iron, that malleable thing
can be forged in fashion first seen in smithy’s mind.
He fires and draws
punches and bends
smites and cuts and fires again
each stay in the coals increases the iron’s tenderness
redsorangesyellowswhites glow like comets, traverse the darkness
Sparks sap resistance.
Hammer clangs, first to iron, then to steel it’s song of change,
Is it hammer or anvil that claims victory?
Or the iron that yields — with or without its will?
Anvil, that ancient force uses me to play its song and
there is no melody without the suffering of strikes.
Good smiths let the iron do its bending with
just … gentle …guidance.
Force and blow do something to the soul and
there are strikes that can never be corrected. Once made
they live forever in the iron…
hidden… silent… waiting…
for the next repair when
hope foments change and
Crack
all is lost and left lying on the anvil
in disgrace.
Copyright ©: Olga Dytyniak
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
- Sweethearts of the Year by Vachel Lindsay
- Олег Григорьев – Тонет муха в сладости
- Ode On The Spring by Thomas Gray
- Winter Landscape, With Rooks by Sylvia Plath
- Aquarium epoch by Vladimir Marku
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: Where Are The Joys I have Met?:
- Dirce by Walter Savage Landor
- Владимир Маяковский – Эй, онанисты, кричите «Ура!»
- Ask Me No More poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- any_man_speaks.html
- Михаил Ломоносов – На Фридриха II, короля Прусского (Сочинение господина Вольтера, переведенное господином Ломоносовым)
- Westward on the High-Hilled Plains poem – A. E. Housman
- Perfections. by Walt Whitman
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
