The Poetry of Rust, An Offering

Poetry bleeds rust
Corrosion, erosion

A breaking down
Peeling away
Of polished veneers

And fabricated sheen,
A consuming
Bubbling up of

Layers and words
Stripped clean of

Till all that remains
Is essence of the whole
Fitted into cadence

And rhythm,
Raw and ready
An offering

Of the poet’s soul
To be held,

And read.

*I am offering this poem and these photos for the challenge: Photography and Poetry as Rust through The High Calling and TS Poetry Press.



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11 responses to “The Poetry of Rust, An Offering

  1. Gorgeous photos, Cindee, and love your words.


  2. You are right. Words stripped of all things unnecessary, giving vibrancy to the meaning. Beautiful. Pictures and words. Never thought rust could be poetic. You proved me wrong.


  3. This is wonderful and makes me feel like taking steel wool to everything I write. Not that I’ll ever be a poet like you…but thanks for the gorgeous examples.


  4. Megz

    Mom, don’t even know where to start loved choice of words and pics AMAZING!! Love ya megz


  5. Awesome, Cindee. Can I steal Megz’s words?


  6. Yes! “Peeling away of polished veneers.” Isn’t that what communion with Christ is all about? Love your first “bleeding” photo, and also the last!


  7. It’s a process that leads to an unexpected beauty.


  8. I like how you point out the vulnerability. I feel just like that!

    This part hooked me:
    “A breaking down
    Peeling away
    Of polished veneers”


  9. Thanks for sharing the poem. I just added a link to it in my facebook page since I do a lot of art work that features rust.


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