The poem
A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow than wells. But I only give birth To seeds and to shells.
My tongue becomes tangled in words: I no longer speak white, Nor utter black, Nor whisper gray of a wind-worn cliff, Barely do I glimpse a swallow, A shadow's brief glimmer, Or guess at an iris.
Where are the words, The undying fire, The final poem? The source of life?
I've been looking forever for a poem that uses hyperbole for my school project (and if this doesn't i'm in trouble) but i said to myself that i promised that i would leave a comment when i find my poem. i like this one sooo, yea.