The Poetry percolates,
but can’t make it up through the granite.
Turned inward,
Inertia keeps me going.
Up the mountain,
through the cavern,
I explore the depths
like a gold miner digging for ore.
I follow the vein,
pull out the pick and start working.
No luck,
pull out the dynamite.
Boom
Boom
KaBoom
I begin to strike my claim.
First I find some rhymed verse,
Hope I don’t come across terse.
Digging a little bit deeper
Finding for myself some meter.
I keep digging for nuggets of memories,
lines mined from the golden ore,
sifting through the rocks and dirt.
I have my pick, shovel and the light on my helmet
Here I go!
April 19, 2009
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6 comments:
Cool! Some really great wordplay there :-)
like this a lot
I like this: mining for poetry! Great image at the end!
I like the mining metaphor and the sharp images here. "Ka-boom" is what it feels like sometimes when a piece of writing comes through.
i especially liked the first stanza...
:O)
Oh my goodness! This is so cute! I LOVE it.
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