Best Sculptors Poems

The sculptor’s pen writes my pain
Etched words flow in my veins
I writhe inside- distorted  
I am controlled 
Not by what I want
But by a vision 
Perceived
Inside
The 
Sculptors
Mind
Upon the 
Floor
discarded
Scattered
Askew
His
Ideas
Control
What
I do
 
 ©? Brenda V Northeast   13th January 2012...

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“Santa Fe”

Santa Fe, Santa Fe, 
Oh Santa Fe,
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Where mountain peaks 
Are bathed in gold.
Where artists and seekers
Come to unfold.

Where natives live in ages past
Stair step terra-cotta 
Rise on desert floors.
Where artists come to paint and play
Calling all to Santa Fe

Dream...

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