The Induction Of A Masterpiece

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Simple positions while standing are taken for granted

And we don't understand it

Until like dust particles wiped away,

It fades...

Smiles once sculpted out of marble and clay

Get worn over the years.

Cracking...

Waiting to be restored so their true value can return.

Masterpieces often critically critiqued by first glances.

Eyes often don't understand

one of a kind's, until the artist has died

and the sculpture has crumbled.

Author's Note

I don't know what I am doing here....but I did it anyway

Reviews

[R J Askew]

This reminded me of the poem Ozymandias, one of my favourites. I was also totally fascinated by the 2nd verse especially as I have been focusing on a Victorian sculptor recently and a restoration work in an English abbey. I like the last two lines best...makes me think that the ageing process is part of the work's coming into its finished state. It also chimes with what happened to Vincent.

[Mr. Deft Diction]

Those last three lines put it right where it's supposed to be for me. Excellent little write.

[Steffi]

For someone who says they dont know what they are doing you sure do it well. I love the way you incorporate a photo into each of your poems. It gives an actual visual to the mental visual we are all getting.