Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, May 17, 2018


Heave it against the wall. 
Break as many heirloom plates as it takes
to have the argument you’re not having.
Hold nothing back.
This time, though, the person 
you are feuding with is you.

After you are good and done,
after the dust has settled,
and you are a little worse for the wear,
a bit shell shocked and still red-in-the-face,
only then can you start the real work.

From the scattered broken pieces
strewn about the room
make something new. Do it
with the precision and moxie
of a forger attending to his masterpiece.

This is how you keep it fresh, your genius, 
how you keep from falling asleep at the wheel 
of your of own originality.

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