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Yesterday morning spent in search
of raw material, for my welder
is a sculptor of carbon, fire and equation.
Items collected :
twelve sections of molded handrail
cut into ten-foot pieces,
multiple lengths of flat bar,
sixty feet of one-inch tubing.
He sees immortality in power exchange,
fire from wood and metals from ore,
a legacy in a wrought-iron scroll,
bent on a homemade jig.
It is the beauty of force and torsion
the twist and pull and give.
A dance with carbon steel and flux core wire.
There aren’t many blacksmiths left,
he tells me, and I wonder if he knows
how much I respect him.
I want to buy him a forge and bellows
heavy apron, heavier hammers and a volcano,
so he may never run out of fire.
One of the things I learn to love in your poems is the feeling of ease it brings with it. God knows, I know that is not always easy. My first lesson I remember my mother telling me as a child: you see those acrobats, they look like they do their routines with no effort at all. Those are the best! And they have to work the hardest so that it would look that easy. <P>
But you show us all that the 'product' can (and maybe even should) be simple and flowing and not pressed for overly complicated and overly enriched or obscure language. Amen to that! After all poetry (or any art) could be transparent on the level of the language yet highly complex on the ideas and the emotions.
I get the impression that this si a very precise portrait of the man. Wonderful!
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Very nice piece
Well written;
An evocative write
Creating images of a sculptor hard at play.
I like this poem because of the unique use of language and images. I would like to see a few fewer conjunctions as when one sentence uses it to speed the pace, the effect is lost from overuse. I gave it a 5 though. (extra space in front of the colon be damned. usually I don't vote 5 on poems with technical errors.)
I like this poem because of the unique use of language and images. I would like to see a few fewer conjunctions as when one sentence uses it to speed the pace, the effect is lost from overuse. I gave it a 5 though. (extra space in front of the colon be damned. usually I don't vote 5 on poems with technical errors.)