Almost


Like hammered steel
beaten thinner, indentations
bruised and dull,
lack lustre emotions.

Crushed and compressed,
dying sparks flew
brief and bright
hopes, extinguished.

Malleable, almost fluid
emptying identity,
just traces remain,
enough to question,

who am I?




Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-11-25 at 00:32

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Makes me think that the steel is being shaped for a purpose, not for the sheer pleasure of beating on it. Replace "indentations" with "with intent, awaiting polish."

What an image you've created. As always. Remarkable.

Happy Thanksgiving,
jim
2010-11-25


John Ashleigh
A fantastic write, yet again. This impells me to read everything you submit here on poetbay....everything you submit has a story to be told. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2010-11-25


learnings
Lovely truth.
enjoyed it.
2010-11-25


NicholasG
This is a lovely comparison. Having spent many years heating and hammering steel, I relate deeply to it.
Thank you shells.A keeper.
Nick
2010-11-25