Architectural

You can’t write poetry about pillars and columns.
The two are completely different.
They just don’t lend themselves.

But oh, you misunderstand.
Each blueprint calls back to
Ancient masters who dared
To chisel life into exacting
Stone, cutting a heart into
Steel. Things stronger than
We like to admit. Like little
Atlases, they hold up the
World, and map out where
A sledgehammer should fall
And destroy some beautiful
Works. Even rock changes.

Cemented, grounded as they are,

As crumbled as they are to end up,

Still they stay. We could stand to learn from that.

 

 

Author's Note

Looked a lot cleaner in the word document, but oh well! :p

Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

Very nice visual piece Emily :) I enjoyed it my friend

[Emily]

Thank you!