Sculpture & StonesA Poem by ChrisMA persistent attempt to build a new life.Daily I build up my sculpture - A pink granite brick, A blue shale shard, A moonstone, a bloodstone, A chunk of fool's gold.
It's puny, almost laughable But solid and mine; And expandable.
Nightly you scatter my stones And grapple my rocks away. Silent and despairing I sit in the rubble and stare.
Daily I build up my sculpture -
© 2012 ChrisMAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorChrisMMontreal, Quebec, CanadaAboutRetired, 62yo woman living with poodle. I was just going to say that I'm frozen as to writing, and then I realized I have frozen shoulder (stuck shoulder muscles, can't lift). That brings to mind that.. more..Writing
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