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
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
Oh
The many beauties
Of ageing
I find the steel
Within
To go on
I am naught but wire
Wrapping a steel skeleton
On top of which rests
A pattern of thoughts
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
No
Through me
No
No no
She looked into me
Deeply
She looked into me
Into a place
No one had looked before
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