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Stone Cold Statues

Stone Cold Statues Clothe the saints. Whosoever sees their flesh will be damned to the great kiln. I love their garments, the sculptor’s breath on billowing stone, their faces white like hosts of God turned man, of bread turned God, and sinners turned harmless in unleavened circles. I am not of the miracle life. I only understand the statues' never-wavering watch as their clothing flows obdurately soft. ©Kathryn McL. Collins

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Terry O'Leary

Date: 12/20/2013 4:37:00 PM

Billowing stone... watching... Wonderful... Love, Terry

Kathryn Collins
Date: 12/21/2013 9:11:00 AM

Really, Terry, words from one with unique talent make me so happy I scrunch my nose. love, Kathy

Laura Breidenthal

Date: 12/3/2013 12:41:00 AM

Brilliant - a magnificent poem! Thanks for sharing your work! I'll read another! Always, Laura

Kathryn Collins
Date: 12/3/2013 7:12:00 AM

Thank you Laura for reading so many of my poems. I'm up in the clouds that you took such interest. love, Kathy

Poet Tacito

Date: 12/2/2013 11:07:00 AM

A very striking poem and even moreso in your last stanza. Excellent message!

Juliet Ligon

Date: 12/1/2013 9:37:00 PM

I love this imagery. Very unique piece, Kathryn! Thank you for your comments on mine. I'm not sure how to respond to our own poems, so, in regards to my poem "Reaching," the capital Y is intentional and it's in reference to God. The poem could relate to a lover, but when I wrote it I was referring to suffering people go through both as emotional humility and also physical pain that sometimes (but not necessarily) results in one willing to let God in.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 11/30/2013 11:40:00 PM

Wow Kathy, These lines just blew me away! the sculptor’s breath on billowing stone, their faces white like hosts of God turned man, You have an uncanny way of expressing the perfect words to convey art as a poet as exceptional and very impressive. Truly a work of art here! Mahalo, Connie