adventures in dysthymia

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Hammers, a poem

Hammers

Without concrete blocks
and two-by-fours, who can
begin to build a house?

Once they are stacked,
what was only lines on paper,
a vacant lot, a promise,

becomes a song of hammers.

Stephen Brooke ©2015

just a little poem but also a comment on how I approach creativity -- need to amass my 'building  materials' before I start on the job

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