#sculpted
chiseled form, from Barre gray granite,
skin sandblasted smooth perfect,
her arresting sideways glance,
seeing me, seeing me not,
this undirected glazed gaze directed
at my now and for a momentarily, an ever, a mixed
conflagration conflating,
the emotional paradigm worth an inestimable fortuna,
and the fleeting of a passing stranger,
a sculptor keeps and captures, an everlasting grace,
this face, this face, a smile rising above
the tragedies of human living’s burdens
and walk past her, on my way to work,
and bid
her grace,
for each of our own solitudes
3/21/26
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
I am a living memory of you
For as a sculptor
Slow and methodic with the clay
You have shaped and molded
My very being
And all can see
Your impassioned mark on me
A testament to kindness
Tried, and true
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
My mind the ocean
Waves crashing, always changing.
Ships sinking,
Sitting on the ocean floor, forgotten.
Ships thriving,
Discovering new land, flourishing.
Ships sculpted,
Brand new, setting out to sea-
Freshly crafted.
The ships like my sailing thoughts,
Wandering.
Expanding.
Forgotten.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC