Unable to bear his suffering
Embracing Christ's heavy
Dead body
Limbs
Twisted awkwardly
Body collapsing
Flesh
Ragged and heavy
Broken people
Clinging to christ
Almost blind
Working in the dead of night
A burning candle above his forehead
Stuck on a cardboard cap
Smashing Christ's arm and leg
Sculpted for his tomb
Retreating into the shadows of his self
Mary
Buried beneath her robes
An agonized broken mother
Slowly sinking
Into stone
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Author:
alan b (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2026 02:03
- Comment from author about the poem: I was very moved by thus pieta in the cathedral in Florence
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Comments3
I live in Florence (Firenze) and as I noticed your title and read your poem I could feel Dante Alighieri my compliments for a lovely poem. 🌹
a lovely write
This poem soon shows itself to be of a stone sculpture and what one is more famous that the one mentioned. Well done
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