A Poem Is a Verb
Strike the flint — not to watch,
but to burn. Ink runs
because the hand runs,
and the hand runs because
the heart has somewhere
it must get to before dark.
A poem is a verb:
it lifts stones from the river’s back,
hurls them into the ribs of silence.
It does not sit for portraits
or wait for polite applause;
it chews the rind, spits seeds
into the wind, dares the earth
to grow something from them.
Watch it lean into the gale,
grip the mast,
curse the horizon.
Every line a step taken barefoot
across glass, grit, memory.
And when it arrives —
breath ragged,
hands blood‑warm —
the verb is not over.
It stands there, still moving.
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Bravo! Such descriptive poetic lines it baths in the warm blood of verse drinking the gore of poetry. Lovely my friend feed the verb
Beautifully visceral and kinetic. This isn’t just written — it moves, and in doing so, it moves others. That’s the heartbeat of the poem. Well done. 👍
Wow ! Wonderful write.....
Tremendous work.
Well Said. It strange how the germ of an Idea can grow over the Hours into a Poem.
Builders must have some Satisfaction seeing a Completed Ship or Home.
3. Affirmation First
Beautifully crafted, my friend. You captured poetry not as product but as force…a verb with blood in it. That distinction is true and profound. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That verb is never ending Rik.
Andy
For the poet, poetry is everything. He dedicates his life to poetry. He plods at it till the end. It is the one vocation that consumes up the one who pursues it. However, the poet’s labours are not lost. They will be appreciated more after he is gone.
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Two quotes :
--"All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else." -- Franz Kafka (1883-1924)
--“Literature is the most noble of professions. In fact, it is about the only one fit for a man. For my own part, there is no seducing me from the path.” -- Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
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