52 Verses | a year of poems

the steady tap-tapping of the keys
not the loud clack-clacking of the old
but the soft tap-tapping of the new

images take shape from words and special characters
layout, and flow, and content

an artist sits alone, typing illustration into being
quiet music echoing between his ears to match
the steady tap-tapping of the keys

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rhythmic pounding thrums the building walls
like great cello strings plucked over and over again
the loud crack of jackhammer smashing concrete into bits

pieces of thought drift around the edges
of a mind filled with noisome banging
in spite of tight-sealed plugs
the hammer shatters other concentrations of concentration

the craftsman ponders his own hands, now callused
by the heavy handled hammer held down against the rock
as rhythmic pounding thrums the building walls

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Artistry is shaped by medium
        but is not medium mere