"glassmaker" poems
See your face in the trees on 95 east
Turn sand to glass, deep breath to a peak
All we ever want is to show ambition & will
Try to listen & grow, see the apex a thrill.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
Time rattled your fair skin, carved its deep lines
Cruel sculptor, that unyielding artist's hand
Which stretched drying clay, which let expand
Improper shapes with curves that undermined
A knife was taken to cheekbones' incline
Against gravity, jowls could not withstand
Your widow's peak had left but one strand
'Twas not a benevolent god's design.
Yet your blue eyes shall never be opaque
Lucidity of the mind through them shines
As formless light, beyond art's own restraint
From time's own sands the glassmaker did take
To fashion your clear lenses without taint
Though lids may shut, the eyes remain awake.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC