I've worked and weeded this poem. I think it is ready for another farmer to plow it.
Thanks, guys, for all you do in critiquing my poems. I am grateful.
(Hoping this appears as 3-line stanzas.)
On Building a Poem
Hair and tissue
lay between similes
like cement joins bricks.
Bones make stanzas.
Look closely.
See the ears, fingers, toes.
Each line flexes muscle
and carries a message.
Soul beats in the heart.
Like a rock, throw safety
in the river. Open a vein,
draw blood, build a poem.
Thanks, guys, for all you do in critiquing my poems. I am grateful.
(Hoping this appears as 3-line stanzas.)
On Building a Poem
Hair and tissue
lay between similes
like cement joins bricks.
Bones make stanzas.
Look closely.
See the ears, fingers, toes.
Each line flexes muscle
and carries a message.
Soul beats in the heart.
Like a rock, throw safety
in the river. Open a vein,
draw blood, build a poem.