Perseverance

Reframing my mind
A sculpture in time
A masterpiece put on display
The sculptor it seems
Had grandiose dreams
Began molding his wet lumps of clay
Penchant for knowing
Ebbing and flowing
Oceans rearranging the sands
Some discipline here
Some patience there
Somehow never changing his plans
Flawed clay he had
Prone to go bad
His project was easy at first
As the mud grew colder 
His hands grew bolder
The fastidious old man became terse
Adding final details
Persevered to prevail
Paused to examine his work
Glazed and fired
Time transpired
As the shadows tugged at his shirt
He never knew
His dream had come true
Through his toil and tears came success
The blueprint he was using
Though somewhat confusing
His creation lives on to impress




  an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
   in memory of my Dad
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Brereton Avatar
June 8, 2018 at 2:28 PM
This is awesome. I really enjoyed reading it! Thank you
Carmack Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 1:00 AM
Impressive tribute, I especially like 'As the shadows tugged at his shirt'.
Turner Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 1:05 AM
Thank you, Rob. I appreciate your kindness:)
Quigley Avatar
March 6, 2016 at 5:06 PM
Very touching!
Turner Avatar
March 6, 2016 at 5:09 PM
Thank you, Tom. I really didn't expect to read it. LOL I appreciate your support and your kind courtesy. Peace my friend:)
Marcum Wong Avatar
February 28, 2016 at 8:12 PM
This is a sweet tribute to your dad Daniel. I used to sculpt ages ago in my youth. One day I hope to return to it. I so enjoyed this clever poem and your ending was wonderful! #7
Turner Avatar
February 28, 2016 at 8:31 PM
Thank you, Connie. S1 and I have been talking about our dads and I wrote this one for my dad. We didn't always see eye to eye and had a very tumultuous relationship. Now that he is gone I regret it. I appreciate your kindness and I always like looking at your pretty icon Peace lovely lady:)
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