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Michael
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0 posted 2011-07-24 08:09 PM


The The Wordsmith


Hammer and chisel, grit and stone, a wordsmith’s only tools.
Through pain and sweat and blood, my own, I’ve laid the path for fools
Who hark the stricken melody, and dance twixt glee and ire.
Singing for them a rhapsody from a soul bathed in fire.
Where one’s tallied achievements set, but words carved to stone page.
While lost to bereavements I yet stand, more pauper than sage…
But bring to pass this prophecy by some misguided vision,
Revealing words for all to see—merit their own decision.

For words are promises broken, and words are dream forespent.
Words, they reveal hope misspoken, and are songs of lament.
Still, words can fall upon deaf ears; it’s there they exact toll
Where flowing bleakly to lost years they but weigh down the soul.
And one’s life work might smolder hot—on the eyes, a scalding brand.
But in the end, amount to naught if the world don’t understand.
Hammer and chisel striking ground, I look to splintered palms,
As I blow the dust from the mound, met there with sudden qualms.

My words, but testimony to life spent within a cage.
Pent with an acrimony that never quite quells the rage.
Ambivalence yet smiling, acceptance might lie in wait;
But the words come off beguiling, ‘er the Rubicon of fate.
While the world looks on, indifferent to perception it can’t don…
While peace of mind runs concurrent to the hindered vision, drawn
Past a life story etched in stone, embellished as but this one could:
The wordsmith left to die, alone, ever misunderstood.


Michael Anderson

5/21/2011



Like one that on a lonesome road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turned round walks on,
And turns no more his head...


Coolridge

[This message has been edited by Michael (08-04-2019 12:20 AM).]

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martiniat8
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1 posted 2011-07-24 08:24 PM


being a Smith, myself as with others here, you are never misunderstood and oh such an exquisite write, it just flowed perfectly and feeling we and I know all too well.
ebonygirl
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2 posted 2011-07-24 08:58 PM


Michael,
Yes! Yes! "Wordsmith's" we are.
I really enjoy reading your poetry.
Ebonygirl

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3 posted 2011-07-26 10:22 AM


A wordsmith left to die, alone, and ‘ever be misunderstood.

Except by others in love with words who suffer the same compulsions. *S* And sometimes, they get it wrong, too!

I really like this, Michael... especially the 2nd verse!

Angel4aKing
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4 posted 2011-07-31 07:36 PM


I love it you definitely have a gift ,,,, there is alot of truth here as well!!! Take care and keep writing!!!

~~~kingsangel~~~

Lori Grosser Rhoden
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5 posted 2011-07-31 08:27 PM


I'm loving your style! Keep them coming!
Lori

Marilyn
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6 posted 2011-07-31 08:58 PM


Always a pleasure to read you my friend. We are all misunderstood to some degree.

As always...an amazing read.

Prasad Nataraj
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7 posted 2011-08-01 01:49 AM


Fine poetry.

"The secret behind survival of mankind is kindness and love within our hearts"

Michael
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8 posted 2011-08-01 05:29 PM


martiniat8, thank you.. although sometimes I think I misunderstand myself.  

ebonygirl, thank you.

Ruth, aye, I would agree that you share and understand my compulsions.  The real question is, do we ever get it right?

Angel, Thank you for the kind words.  My pen is embedded in my palm I think.  Will pass this life that way I am sure.

Lori, will do.

Marilyn, So good to see you.  Glad you enjoyed the piece.

Prasad, I thank you.

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