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Alexis Thompson Poem
Solemnly I sit in silence, slaving over scant sculptures
I begin to carve away at the silky slip
my tools gliding skillfully
Although at a glance, I may seem serene
inside there is a savage storm with not a moment of peace
Although many think I’m skilled,
I find not a single study that brings me satisfaction
Born with the hands of an artist, but not the soul
Simultaneously sanctified and scrutinized
As I wade through the soiled waters of life
Pondering my service to the world
The public eye is a strange thing,
soft souls always coming and going,
never staying.
support pouring from unseeing faces
although appreciated, it doesn’t dare penetrate my safeguarded heart
I find that when I sculpt, I craft a spotless image of the ideal savant
A man unlike myself,
A man who makes not a single mistake.
Always seen as an unfinished sculpture,
a sculpture to be molded and toyed with like a child and it’s dolls
When I am not perfect, I am smacked down and rebuilt.
As I smooth out the last of the scarred slip,
I find that I am staring into a mirror.
Glaring back at me is an imperfect but honest man.
Soothingly, I know that I can rework and rebuild this shell
And for once the savage storm subsides
for I am an artist.
Copyright © Alexis Thompson | Year Posted 2025
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Alexis Thompson Poem
“What shall I do?”
I shout to the stars, hoping just one will respond.
I reach my hand up, trying to pull a speck of light from the sky.
Begging for an answer.
“What shall I do?”
This time, the words escape my lips in a whisper.
I point my finger towards the night,
tracing spills and splashes of stars in the sky.
Begging for an answer.
Resting my head on the soft soil,
I breathe in the warm scent of the crunchy brown leaves.
Once more I ask the enveloping darkness
“What shall I do?”
But all that’s left is an endless night,
A night to the likes of Pollock
A night which knows no end
A night full of gentle breezes and surprises.
A night that no longer makes me question
“What shall I do?”
Copyright © Alexis Thompson | Year Posted 2025
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