STONE CUTTERA Poem by GI am stone cutter the jaded man no longer will i use clay to sculpture and mold too gentle. The final piece does not appreciate the artistry I am stone cutter axe, hammer and anvil bluntly, brutally chopping off the pieces the end result blood sweat and tears. The sandpaper as opposed to oil to sand down the chips not gently because gently is a sign of weakness but hard, rough long strokes so that later on the caresses and kind words will be appreciated and the work of art will know pain and appreciate joy. © 2009 G |
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2009 AuthorGBrooklyn, NYAboutThey say there is a thin line between insanity and well, sanity, ha, ha fooled you, can't always anticipate the mind of a creator. more..Writing
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