what is it
The marble block before me
Chipped away enough to look busy
Stood proudly
Dust and marble flaked
Hammer and chisel in hand
As passersby asked:
“what is it”
I told them:
” it is a thought
Lost in the illusion
Of an artists desire
To conquer
Perfection”
//what would you have told them//
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2024
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