Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

To Carve a Temple

The ground is hard, the day is long;
The earth unyielding, the spade no prong:
    The laborer sweats,
    His brow heaves a sigh;
    The Heavens shimmer,
    Dressed in parched skies.

Dreams are raw, open blisters;
His back near breaks as he twists her.
    To carve a Temple
    From unhewn Rock,
    Flesh needs Defy
    Fate's cruel Clock.

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Susan Ashley February 16, 2018 at 6:58 PM Wow! Gershon, a very powerful poem that I felt physically, emotionally and spiritually. I can feel the strength of perseverance through your excellent imagery of heat, struggle and pain. Warmest wishes. ~Susan Gershon Wolf February 17, 2018 at 8:45 PM Thank you for reading and for your kind words. I didn't quite achieve what I was hoping to with this poem, but if at first one doesn't succeed, try, try, again! And I will. Thank you again. Best wishes, Gershon

Lewis Raynes February 14, 2018 at 9:11 PM can sense the heat and the struggle and the drive in this poem Gershon, i like ur style of writing Gershon Wolf February 14, 2018 at 9:46 PM Thank you, Lewis...I may revise it a bit sometime in the next week. It didn't come out exactly as intended....Stay tuned...