Best Statuary Poems

Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you know that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.

Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in statuary grey;
like outstretched fingers, bare branches freeze.

A brisk breeze wrestles...

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I heard an angel speak last night and he said “write”
             by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Of the silent mist that’s gathered ‘round
 the timeless graves that bear no sound
Of lives no longer taking breath
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“Le poëte est ciseleur, le ciseleur est poëte.” - Hugo

Poets, they are sculptors
Who wield their sharpened tools,
Who chisel not in stone,
But rather work to write…
Wordsmithing skills to hone.

Poets, they are sculptors
Who carve not into wood.
With imagery they play…
In grammar etching mood,
Emotions on display.

Poets, they are...

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