Tag: sculpture

Mother Nature: Earth’s Artist in Residence

Beauty sculpted
With the softest tools
The utmost patience

Beheld by a mind
For a fleeting moment

Recorded for a moment more

While the sculptor
Chips away

Her pieces ever
Works in progress
Not a one complete

Such delight
It seems
The artist took
With godly visage

And none too small
The chisel hammered
With whimsical caprice

A fitting ode to Gods
Whose whims become

The stuff of legends told

Laughter is the best
Medicine which means comics
Make the best healers

Burnished
Pitted
Patinaed

Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing

Beaten
Crushed
Defeated

I find the steel
Within
To go on

The Wire Man spoke
Substance, said It
Is a matter
Of subjective opinion

I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts

Sometimes
The end of a bad day
Begins with a smile

Wry or pained, OK
Irony works
It can lead to a chuckle

In a chuckle
There is often a laugh
And in a laugh, sometimes a guffaw

She looked at me

Through me

No
No no

She looked into me

Deeply

She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before

Rust reminds me
That decay, too
Is beautiful

She couldn’t afford
The stairway to heaven
So there it was

Floating weightless
Just beyond the reach of those
Born too low, or fallen too far