I Am the Vessel

 

I, merely the vessel that mediates the poet

Fashioned to mold like a painter’s stroke

I embrace my ability to tell their story

Though they are gone amidst the many columns

That bridge our world from theirs

I am that hammer, fist, and shield

Fighting so long as they are willing to fight

for their words to be heard

So thankful- I deny them no more

Open limp and worn

Freely they use what I give with conviction

Fearing that some day

They will no longer need my transcription

As they have no more truth to lie down

And I…

I’d have no reason to live

Nor purpose to die

Reviews

[Brjden (Bridge-Den) Cre..]

"No purpose to die"

Dope! I love that that line finishes a more "cliche'er", "no reason to live"

Very strong piece! You do it with confidence in your own strength, as oppose to anger and threats which are normally used to bluff at opponents. This piece here shows a hidden fire. I silent warning to your enemy and it's done with flare and great wordplay! Brilliant!

[Voice]

Beautiful and very deep. I absolutely love the way this poem flows�

Voice

[Ralphy]

This is a very beautiful piece. You captivate your readers and at the same time graciously give a warm condolence to the voices that moderates your poetry. I especially like your words at the closing� I'd have no reason to live Nor purpose to die it defines a state of limbo if lost.

Wonderful write.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I think writers always fear losing their inspiration and never finding anything useful to say again. great expression of that fear.

[dixie]

i love the imagery! to me it sounds like you have written from the point of view of the 'muse' inside all writers. wonderful write!

[just is]

Though they are gone a
midst the many columns
That bridge our world from theirs
I am that hammer, fist, and shield
Fighting so long as they are willing to fight

Like these lines right here, i can feel emotion put into this write, well written.