(............Sept4) Wrestling Match, 3 Pm Poem by Max Reif
(............Sept4) Wrestling Match, 3 Pm
At 3 o'clock this afternoon
right here in this ring,
the poet will be wrestling
with his editor
until one of them
is pinned to the mat.
Wrestling perhaps not
for the poem's soul,
which both profess to believe in,
but for its clothing.
The editor sees
when a button is missing,
a vest does not
quite match the shirt.
The poet just looks
and cries 'My baby! '
He can't even glance
at the poem
without falling
forward to embrace it.
Can we say that the poet
is the mother of the poem,
the editor its dad,
showing it how
to pull a collar up
to survive in a difficult world?
Even so, they just can't agree
what's best for the poem,
so they're going to fight it out —
circling each other in the ring,
the editor with his tough love,
the poet, heart on a sleeve.
this is really good Max. Myself, I just wrestle with my mind when putting words to paper, not having an editor or such other than, 'me, myself and I.' Nah, not a struggle, but fun and a release of stress, writing for me...... this is different and it catches the reader.. marci.x~~
Max what an excellent analogy of the push and the pull of different perspectives (so I gather) . Leave the gloves behind, use that persuasive tongue of yours! Wonderful. t x
Never mind Max, the wrestling can turn to love and thus the birth of another poem - sometimes... Love it anyway! Rgds, Ivan
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4/16/2024 7:46:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hopefully the match does not end in a draw! ! Liked the vision Max of the poet as a mother and the editor as a father. Very well done.