Gnomes.
Life’s
journey.
Transformative.
Each,
laid out
as a
clump of
clay.
Unformed.
Malleable.
Gnome’s
fingers
working
each day.
Moved,
shoved
along.
Life’s
pathway.
Forks
everywhere.
Determinative.
Twisting.
Bending.
Pathways
galore.
Little
Gnome
fingers
kneading
away.
Hammering
here.
Chipping
away there.
Possibilities.
Endless
possibilities.
Artistic
interpretation
holding sway.
Shaping
results.
Once
journey
ends,
they
stop to
asses.
Then
double back,
next
project
on the
bench.
Starting
over again.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 31st, 2023 07:54
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Those gnomes do so much work for us John.
Andy
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