2022-05-05 #poem-a-day#writing/poetry
statues
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how michaelangelo designed humans
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finish this
treading time do you ever imagine yourself a statue? naked chiseled lines
your desirous lips sealed tight by a collar of fear. do you ever think about marble?
creamy smooth butter like an oily fish it slips right out of your fingers
at the slightest clinging. how about eyes? whispering secrets
leaving prayers oozing with sweaty desire, worlds budding with want.
about the ones you could extract if you stared long enough, you might find an immigrant
sifting for gold, stuck. a statue treading time.
was it michaelangelo who said sculpting is stripping everything
unnecessary baring the essential. exposed to the core, yet untouchable still
how the eyes of a statue are tragedies frozen in time. how all the things i wish
i could say, can’t escape, no easy way. my eyes tell a story
the timeless kind, a happy ending speckled with unanswered
wishes clinging to the edges stuck as a draft sculpture, yellow & bloated, too heavy to soar.
war can be motionless, smooth as marble, steady as gold- sifters, tight as purpled
lips screaming a silent scream.
treading time do you ever imagine yourself a statue? naked chiseled lines
your desirous lips sealed tight by a collar of fear. do you ever think about marble?
creamy smooth butter like an oily fish it slips right out of your fingers
at the slightest clinging. ever think of eyes? whispering secrets
leaving prayers oozing with sweaty desire, worlds budding with want.
about the ones you could extract if you stared long enough, you might find an immigrant
sifting for gold, stuck. a statue treading time.
i think it was michaelangelo who once said sculpting is the act of stripping everything
unnecessary til the essential lays bare. exposed to the core, yet untouchable still
how the eyes of a statue are tragedies frozen in time. how all the things i wish
i could say, can’t escape, no easy way. my eyes tell a story
the timeless kind, a happy ending speckled with unanswered
wishes clinging to the edges stuck trying to appear yellow & pointy instead of soaring.
a motionless war, smooth as marble, steady as gold- sifters, tight as your purpled
lips screaming a silent scream.
treading time do you ever imagine yourself a statue? the naked, chiseled kind
your desired lips sealed tight by a collar of fear do you ever think about marble?
creamy smooth butter like an oily fish it slips right out of your fingers
at the slightest clinging. ever think of eyes? the secrets they whisper
the prayers they leave the desire they ooze, worlds budding with want.
about the ones you could extract if you stared long enough, you might find an immigrant
sifting for gold, stuck a statue treading time.
i think it was michaelangelo who once said sculpting is the act of stripping everything
unnecessary til the essential lays bare. so exposed yet untouchable still
how the eyes of a statue are tragedies frozen in time. how all the things i wish
i could say, can’t escape, no easy way. my eyes tell a story
the timeless kind, a happy ending yet speckled with unanswered
wishes clinging to the edges stuck on the idea of appearing kept from the idea of moving
a motionless war, smooth as marble, steady as gold- sifters, tight as your purpled
lips screaming a silent scream.
like a statue im stuck an eagle in quicksand
so exposed yet still untouchable emotions sealed behind smooth marble layers the kind that doesn’t bend at a shove, let alone a touch.
but a light somewhere…
- something that shows hope, taking a step
- its hard but even the statue can connect
- fear is what freezes us rather than rock