Throwing the log on the wheel
I grab my chisel as it begins to spin
Who will win
The day will have to wait and see
Will it be this block
Time
Or me
Something raw and new
With so many parts
It needs to be edited down
To something more refined
Something beautiful
That one can enjoy when it’s time to unwind
Writing and writing
Edit after edit
Trying not to forget it
Carving the best story is not the first draft
It’s the smoothed out final you have left
After all the chaff is gone
Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
More from this author:
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from Atomic Historian and writers in Poets and other communities.
You
Seeping into my pores The smell of your sweat Soaking into me Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Comments (8)
Magnificent and smooth!!! Loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Excellent analogy. Craftily written!!!
I can see the similarities between writing and wood working. Enjoyed your poem.
Great poem, insightful about craft working differences. ❤️ It.
Unless it's my wife's. Her first drafts are better than my 37th.
It's a great poem and great analogy.
What a superb analogy.
This picture reminds me of my father, a carpenter, he used to chisel away when we could pin him down in one spot long enough. Ah them days. Nostalgic stories. Smoothly chisel away.