Excavating a Poem
a free verse poem celebrating the process

Excavating a Poem
Some, a breath exhaled slowly into life-giving words.
Some, an excavation with bristles firm, then soft and careful.
Some, roots gnarled and half-buried we trip over them and follow them to trees.
Some, grains of sand to be gathered and shaped into delicate mounds washed into the sea.
We gather. We excavate. We dig and we build.
We are careful to use the right tools, the right angles the carved-out landscapes of metaphor and dream.
We speak for them, but they are our teachers.
To all my fellow poets out there digging deep, finding the breath to breathe life into your poetry, or just listening to your poems until they speak themselves to you…it is a gift to be their voice. Embrace it. Be mindful. Always seek. Always listen.
Christina Ward :::i paint with words:::
