• one free verse poem
• one tanka
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let us speak of power
the writer’s words
the artist’s eye
the craftsman’s hands
the singer’s voice
the player’s soul
the actor’s courage
all who rise up in creativity
to share their gift
who elevate our humanness
shun our negative self
who share their spirit to inspire
who see great possibility
in the face of great challenge
who will not succumb
but prevail
as a kindled flame
to light our darkness
theirs is the power
they are the powerful
for they empower
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three hundred miles gone
we’re just above dream canyon
big storm front building
cycles won’t make the snow pass
guess we point our two wheels south
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And that power inspires…
South sounds like a good alternative.
Nice work!
Great poems, great ideas.
But Oh! How I loathe that pc word “craftspersons”
– as a female it doesn’t bother me a tuppeny damn to be called a woman (man with a womb?), or my quilty craftsmanship discussed. Besides which, it spoils the rhythm of the line.
Power unbridled.
Yes indeed, the writer’s words hold great power. To elevate or to destroy. Hopefully more often the former.
Changing direction is very often the more prudent alternative. A lesson too often learned the hard way.
That first photo is fantastic too! Yours?
Rob,
Wonderful!
Pamela
Thank you Viv –
‘Craftspersons’ does ruin the rhythm of the poem, something I struggled with — so to hell with being PC, I’m putting it back to craftsman… thank you Viv for giving me the nudge… 😉
…rob
Amazing poems, great ideas 🙂
marinela x x
Lovely poem, Rob.
theirs is the power
they are the power
for they empower
Indeed. And you definitely share in that gift.
Thank you,
Shari