Remember the Wordsmiths
A poem for Substackers
Remember the Wordsmiths
I want my words to
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down these pages…
To trickle into your thoughts
And to
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e
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n
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into your mind.
I yearn for my writing
To stir your senses-
To become a part of you.
I am eager for the letters I a r r a n g e
To meet your soul-sparked eyes,
For you to then close them softly and remember that
There are still Poets on this Planet-
Writers in this World
Who can evoke feelings
Like fire
Like rain
Storytellers who can beat a rhythm into your brain
Not with sound
But with silent letters instead.
Remember the wordsmiths
forging feelings with prose
Remember the wordsmiths
enduring the test of time.
I yearn for you to know
That so long as we’re here
Your mind will grow,
Your spirit will not be squandered-
Your legacy will remain on a page.
Remember the wordsmiths
As they remember you.
~~
These words making their way out of my mind-
They are sacred to me.
So I hope when these early morning words,
Like dewdrops on green grass grace your screen,
that you will remember the poets, the people, the passion in this world.
Remember the wordsmiths on this day!
Thank you so much for being here, dear soul.
Thank you for creating and contributing to life everlasting. You are amazing. I appreciate you.
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Having studied French Lit, my mind went immediately to the surrealists group (early 20th century). Poet/author Guillaume Apollinaire published a book of "visual poetry" in which the arrangement of words on the page also played a role in how a poem is perceived. The collection is called "Calligrammes: Poems of Peace and War 1913-1916" and, even if you don't speak the language, you will get an idea of what he was doing there. While quite common today, this technique was revolutionary for the literary landscape of the era.
Had to click on this because we recently listened to an audio-musical (it's not what it sounds like... no one sang!) of The War of the Worlds, and I enjoyed it so much. The way that authors described settings back then was pure magic. Immersive. Beautiful.
This poem was lovely, and evocative of the old masters. Thanks so much for sharing.