Thursday, December 1, 2011

A poem by Robert H. Brague

................................The Writer

....................With words alone, he paints
....................from the palette of his mind,
.........................mixing,
.........................blending,
.........................combining
.........................hues and tints
....................until he sees the exact shade
....................he wants.

....................With words alone, she chips away
....................rough edges of meaning,
.........................chiseling,
.........................hewing,
.........................gouging
..............................the solid rock
....................until the long-sought shape
....................emerges.

....................With words alone, she pins and drapes
....................original ideas
....................over the naked manikin page,
.........................tucking in a bit of material
.....................................................................................here,
....................snipping off
....................a dangling thread
there,
....................dropping thoughts
....................as easily as
....................hemlines.

....................With words alone, he composes
....................irresistible music,
.........................charming,
.........................seducing the ear,
.........................searching for a particular chord,
....................the one right sound his words must make
....................for echoes
.......................to linger.

4 comments:

  1. Wonderful! Love the placing of the 'here' and 'there'.

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  2. Nice analogy. I wish there was a gender-neutral pronoun, however.

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  3. I like the way the words "here" and "there" in the middle of the poem are isolated - hanging about in a deliberately ragged way but most of all I like the way you liken the art of the wordsmith to other crafts. An interesting poem which I appreciated.

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  4. Thank you, one and all. Well, the four of you.

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