Tuesday Morning Poetry #1

I once spent a thousand years creating a statue

with nothing but a wooden spoon

I spent a millunnium carving its delicate features

from marble and hard rock

When I finally had completed my work

I stood back to admire my creation

When a sudden question appeared in my mind

Part question, part realization

Is this me?

Reviews

[Chris]

I liked the sense of - I really do want to say, "OH Shyt!" - that I can picture running behind the sculptor's eyes. You set the stage well.