so many beautiful postings in this thread.
a few people were brave enough to post original poems.
proud would be a better word - they were powerful. i'm certainly not brave, just a six-pack the wiser!
this from me:
To a Statue
I know you like an unknown:
your loose-hipped grace
and small-lipped face
carved from a foreign stone.
Such perfection moved and saw!
But stuck where lightning struck
marbled your veins and bleached your eyes
and tilt your head to miss my space
and movement knows no more.
Your knowing hands would know my face
but purposed they
with fingers splay
sense through my ductile space.
How to align your eyes with mine!
But mighty trees have seasons' leaves
and beauty can't with flesh alloy
nor mind grow old but death betray
and wear the great decay of time.
Hands closed your rippled ribs around
locked in a flood
of stone cold blood
and breath held without sound.
Remember when your flesh was hewn!
And music scraped your sand-spun cape
and fingers dragged you from the rock:
back there you tread with noiseless thud
and to the mud of earth return.
