
“Poem”: meaning “a made thing”
—poet Pádraig Ó Tuama
From poesis in Greek—making—
the oldest term for a poet
was maker. So we make things,
though not things that can be
held—as painters or sculptors do—
or put on walls or shelves for
admiring eyes. But we shape
the clay of words to prepare them
for firing. Or we spin wool into
thread that can be knitted
or crocheted into something
soft and warm. Let me wrap
you in cozy words then.
Let me make you a poem, that
may, with care and attention,
become something you carry
with you, this made thing I
spun from the strings of my heart,
reaching out to yours
like this.


Do you use a typewriter? Really? I couldn’t, not possibly. I edit too much. Endlessly. What would I do without cut, copy, and paste? 💜
I collect old typewriters, though I don’t generally use them. I do like them for spontaneous poems written for others on the spot at functions. I’d like to do more of that!