Sculpting Poems - Poems about Sculpting

The precursor Who you are and what you are is your personal dream. It is only when you speak it into the stream of the world that you can claim to be a member of A Living Society. It's your obligation to do so and the only...

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A Devotion Poem, FATE (Written for my husband, Jim) My beloved and I, with our hearts not only aligned in love, but also in the empathy and compassion grown in the fruits of our years together, in needy as well as hopeful times, hold in sight each other. Embrace. At many points death could have come: there ...

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We all are artists in a way and sculpt relationships That daily join our fledgling lives, like passengers on ships, The beggar you don't give a dime, friend calls (you haven't time?), A-poem-panting-to-be-born's a gift that you can't rhyme? Smooth stone just waiting to be skipped, (that you pass by) feels blue, Sun's child, a cloud (protruding tongue), will you...

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iridescent neck ...

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Thunderous and loud, the glacier chisels into the cold, arctic sea!...

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Your tongue forced like clothes pins wetting cinnamon lips, gnawing at the barrier of one another. Sketching, Sketching, Hands shaping you, catching you drawn paper filed with the note no one left, a skilled architect, slowly tracing across your torso. Dog- earring the pages of your book, inner knowledge; pages written with pearl droplets of silk incandescent from moon colored sweat. Fusing pressed ribs together firm...

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A soldering wire pushed into the skin, the bubbling, crackling burning of hair, scents of a barbecue, roasting pork, hazy blue smoke, fascia stripped bare. A razor blade slash and the welling of blood, staining the steel with a crimson hue, slicing enough to maim, not to kill, a badge made of scars for the cutting crew. Is a change to the flesh...

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