“Ode to the Poem That Built Itself”
It begins with a small stir—
a notion barely awake,
lifting its head as if the air
had asked it to begin.
One notion nudges another,
and soon they travel in pairs,
trading weight, trading colour,
finding new shapes in the drift.
Lines gather like quiet workers
around a long bench,
each adding a sliver of craft
to whatever the last one left behind.
And from that steady labour
a shape begins to rise—
not sudden, not declared,
just the slow gathering of parts
that recognise each other.
It rises as if urged from within—
each part finding its place
with a quiet certainty,
gaining shape the way a spark
catches and grows
until the whole form stands,
advancing with each opposing step.
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Brick by brick some with a master plan others built as they go. A wonderful blueprint of a poem's construction. Even the planed may be altered as it raises and with a builders care becomes an edifice of pride. Well done my friend
I’m so glad there are several ways that poems come to be. You are much appreciated, Soren🕊️🙏🏻
You are a pillar of strength on this and other sites and are equally appreciated my friend
The effortless way
Wins the day
Effortlessly!
(Or should that be effortless effort as an aquaintance once said?)
Worth the effort! 🕊️🙏🏻
Well written, the poem "Ode to the Poem That Built Itself" explores the organic and collaborative process of poetry creation. It emphasizes how ideas evolve from small beginnings into a cohesive and meaningful whole, highlighting the gradual and often unnoticed work that goes into crafting a poem.
The small beginnings are no small wonder to the pondering eye 🕊️🙏🏻
arqios, this reads as a metaphor for creation itself. Thought becomes motion, motion becomes structure, and structure stands without needing proclamation. The poem doesn’t build itself out of magic, but out of attention, patience, and trust. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Trust in poetic creation, now there’s a simple, easy to say thing but in practice could be somewhat tricky more so for a mistrusting generation of poets. But I digress. 🕊️🙏🏻
Good write A. Hope your poems are not like a dance I came across - two steps forward, one step backward. Didn't know if I was comin' or going'. lol.
This one’s one step forward, then two steps back. Then reverse; two steps forward, one step sideways, 🕊️🙏🏻🤩
That sounds like me trying to figure out the meaning of a cryptic poem. lol.
Amazing how some Poems get built quicker than others . I write Poems and I think the Builders on Strike.
Indeed! They are mysterious in their ways at times🕊️🙏🏻
So very true Rik, life starts that way wa well.
Andy
Most assuredly, Andy🕊️🙏🏻
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