Ryan Brodesser

Rookie - 64 Points (9/16/1994 / California)

Wordsmith - Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Ryan Brodesser

Monday, November 19th,2012,10: 05 AM.

finished May 19,2013


Wordsmith


I am the wordsmith, poet and forger of hymns

My pencil is my hammer, and words my steel and iron

And with this I create my art as I whim

I am an artist, with pencils, paper is What I ply

No need of colours, mixes and wheels

no need of paint have I.


One day, at tongs and hammer I wrote

Until a rather silly fellow came and quote

“Why sir, what a fool you must be! ”

“ To waste such time on something so carefree! ”

And upon hearing this I looked up and laughed

“ And what other sort of thing should I craft? ”

Weapons and murder with edges that end lives

or perhaps tool to harvest onions, lettuce, potatoes and chives?

O maybe a forger of steel armoured plates

or hinges to guard a kings iron gates

No! I am the wordsmith, and pen is my sword

And with it my grasp I am truly a lord


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I am a poet. When I hold a pen to write, I have the power of a pure and unimaginably powerful force. imagination! Please R and R!

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 2, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 3, 2014


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