We are creations
of created hands
and stand in lifeless effigy
to mirror life.
We pose in never changing
form beneath an azure sea
and what appear as signs of life
an optical anomaly.
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Beautiful description of Taylor's sculptures...nice to see you at The Mag, Pappy!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tess.
Deletenice embedded rhyme in this...it does make for an interesting anomaly...
ReplyDeleteIt was a hurried submission Brian. I'm glad it was in someway pleasing to the ear.
DeleteI enjoyed your poem and I like the illusion at the end of the poem. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed the poem Linda. That's my pay.
Deletestand in lifeless effigy to mirror life, yes sometimes it feels that way
ReplyDeleteGlad that line appealed to you Christine. Thanks for taking time to read it.
ReplyDeleteA marvelous description of Taylor's sculpture. You have given the stone its voice.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you came by Susie. The exercise was fun. Thank you for your encouraging comment.
DeleteHahaha! Thanks!
ReplyDeleteDe nada Senor. Thanks for coming by.
DeleteWell done! Enjoyed it.
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I'm well paid when someone enjoys my poems. Thanks for commenting.
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