Wordsmith

This is serious business
And your role, dear reader
Is significant
For this is the first breath upon the water
Calling out substance from the void
Fantasy made manifest
With the expression of an idea
Woodworkers and chemists make
By shaping what they find
Though this page is evident
Poets product is of the mind
For the language could be lost
The papyrus burned to ashes
And the ashes scattered by the four winds
But burn the library of Ashurbanipal
The consuming flames will
Bake those words into eternity.
There are many who cannot do this
(though they are not without words)
I forget how daunting
The blank page can be
Until I lay there at night in front of one, 
lost.
Is this then a glimpse of what it was like
Before that Big went bang? How long was it
Before the beginning?  
Oh that nothingness is pregnant
A beacon for imagination
A signal fire ripe to be set aflame
And this, this I can do
The words roll out in long strings
Lilting, layering, laughing
And here is the thing
Where naught was before
This then is Making
This is the future but more than that
This is the eternal now
Here is where fortunes arise
Here is where I am
And I will claim what is my birthright

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18 thoughts on “Wordsmith

  1. Bring that pregant nothingness to being, alive and laughing on the page ~ I also like that “eternal now” ~ Always a challenge to write on a blank page and it takes guts to “bake those words into eternity” ~

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  2. “…burn the library of Ashurbanipal
    The consuming flames will
    Bake those words into eternity.”

    Yes! and more yes! I find myself pumping my fist in the air, and wanting to read this at the of my lungs. Love, love, love the strength of the tone, the power of the words.

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  3. This is a wonderful verse assay on what makes a poet, how blank pages are like lovers desperate to converse & etc. We burn for the blank page, to torch it with our Yes. And yet it’s those silent, stillborn moments we have gawking at the immense blank page that the wordsmith is truly initiated: for we turn in and ask ourselves, can I write? and the salvo comes back, in its own time: I Must … Dunno if we give much back to the world as a result, but what else arewegonnado? Great stuff.

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  4. Goodness, Eric. This is outstanding. I love the Biblical setup and format, but then the switch to the Big Bang.

    The first six lines; then this:

    “I forget how daunting
    The blank page can be
    Until I lay there at night in front of one,
    lost.”

    These:

    “Oh that nothingness is pregnant”

    “The words roll out in long strings
    Lilting, layering, laughing
    And here is the thing”

    All my favorites;
    you’re clearly very talented.

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