Word Miner

Mike (Aquarius Tigre) issued a challenge on his Haiku Sestina Open blog to try a new poetic form.  I know I trashed haiku as a somewhat useless form of poetry (at least in English) in an earlier post, but I'm game to try something new. So here goes:

I’m a word miner.

I spread these old fingers wide.
A keyboard awaits.

Picking at the soul
Requires a few backspaces,
Pauses, fits and starts.

Words lodged in the heart
Must be pried from their moorings
With careful tapping,

Awaiting rhythms
To release the avalanche
Inevitable.

When it comes it comes.
The words are then like diamonds
Made of light and years.

Set them on the page
Where they can no longer cut,
But simply sparkle.