Thought I saw a piece of art in a block of stone
Taking a pen, commenced to chip and hone
The minds eying seeing it from the start
Stirred by passion from within the heart
Smoothing out lines with a sculptors hand
Searching for the image in this stone and sand
Lines cut by a determined will
Guided by what the soul did feel
Desire and diligence so others may see
Phrases shaped so carefully
Painstakingly taking so much time
Developing the hidden rhythm and rhyme
And at times the image finally emerges
In statuesque poems and sculpted dirges
Or the ink filled chisel yields nothing at all
Until the stone is left to crumble and fall
Thought I saw a piece of art in a block of stone
Turns out, I really should have left it alone
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A great metaphor. Poetry in stone would ensure that it would last for future generations. Art is art no matter the medium and such a work would be like the supposed ten commandments or a Rosetta stone. To bad it didn't work out but nothing ventured nothing gained they say. A most lovely write without the stone. How many times I start a poem that I discard after seeing it doesn't work. Loved it
Thank you, Soren. Your time and input are always so appreciated.
We all have this feeling as we discard things we have worked on and then believe it's no good, I imagine it applies to the whole art sector, lovely read
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