He chooses his words with a careful hand
He shifts them slowly from palm to palm
He weighs them, smells them
Gently brushes the dust off them
He looks at them with a discerning eye
Arranges them from left to right
He listens to them, whispers to them
Through the evening he will make love to them
Come morning with a grateful heart
He'll tell them they must soon depart
And with a gentle shove and smile
He'll watch them as they wave goodbye
And then he starts to cry
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
you truly have a sensual way of picturing the poetic process, and I think at least some of the time, it feels exactly like this when you are creating a poem. Thank you for such an interesting a beautiful poem, Sonya
Sonya, I love the image you have created here - beautiful idea, eloquently expressed.
It's just like sending your children off to school alone for the first day. (smile) . We are attached to our poem-children the same way. Love that ending.
aesome very nice lines.... how well u depicted the poetic discourse.... well written here ten
A wonderful example of extended metaphor, well-sustained throughout the poem. A beautiful piece.
Delightful piece that describes the process of creating with vivid colour. Poems feel like offspring as Patricia states below 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes; sweet good bye Sonya....departing words inside to the poem sky...beautiful write on how a poet feels about the impregnation and labour pain and subsequent ecstasy on a poem birth....superb piece...thanks...10+