The Wordsmith's Anvil

The Wordsmith's Anvil

 It starts as a tiny ember

In my mind, heart and soul

A single word or simple thought

Synapses fire furiously

Fanning it like a blacksmith's bellows

Suddenly it is a roaring fire

Brain now engulfed in the blaze

I have to quench quickly

Lest it consume me

I plunge the raw metal into the inferno

My pen hammers the blank

The steel anvil rings out as

I strike the glowing red words

Forming lines with each stroke

Turning the twisting chaotic lines

Into meaningful stanzas

Intensely hammering the poetic flow

The metal cools as the fire reduces

Ink dries as the fire dies

Cooling breezes slow the synapses

With calming calculations

Now only the polishing remains

Reviews

[Darian B.]

Such a great analogy, and it makes a lot of sense too. People have feelings that are a lot like raw metal and as poets and writers, we create beautiful art from the raw material. Well done!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

It's a process familiar and storage at the same time, a perfect piece well done great read.

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. I am glad you liked it.

[William Liston]

Brilliant way to describe the writing process...what a comparison. I loved the imagery in this piece; it really added brightness to the poem...I loved it. I think the title was perfect as well. Great work.

-Willis Liston

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. This was something that came to me while I was driving, and I could hardly wait to get back to my computer to sit down to write it. There is also a family background to this. My father worked at a foundry, and I just mounted a brass bell he made me. My father created art for me in that bell in a foundry, so I created art for him upon my wordsmith anvil.

[Nisreen]

That is the thing with a writer
its not a place to pour out
or some place to vent

it is your being
you write because you are
and you are because you write

it makes a world of difference
then your words come from within

your soul ..... your being

love this piece

[H.L. Cerveise]

I am glad you love this writing. This one like a few others hit me hard and fast when I responded to simple comment, and that was the start of this ember.