You build me with
turquoise and
the mountains of Taos.
Cerulean blue
serenity in my soul.
My heart chases
after you.
Even your chisel
helped me
grow through
the pain.
You
are the
grand artist,
The Supreme
sculpter.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 3rd, 2024 20:20
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Comments10
Very lovely and tenderly sweet. Eloquent in simplicity and brevity. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you.
Sculpted to perfection Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Good write T. Careful where one puts that chisel! lol.
ty
Beautiful just beautiful. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Wonderful words of gratitude to someone special. Just lovely Thomas.
Thank you.
Thomas, this poem gives the feel of someone who is grateful for the teachings of another whether they be painful, blissful or beautiful. It has a great sense of humility to it. And with that humility comes a sense of positivity.
Thank you.
A fine write, Thomas. Works on so many levels.
Thank you.
Aren't we all hoping to connect with the Supreme Sculptor? I've caught flashes of him (her?) but nothing solid. Nice work.
Yes, thanks for commenting.
Beautiful poem!
Thank you.
Beautiful words of gratitude to our supreme sculpture. For me that would be God our creator.
Well expressed.👍
me too. Thank you.
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