With the dust of marble
In his bushy beard
An implacable zeal in his heart
The intensity of a magnified sunspot
The precision of a surgical blade
A chisel held in a fist of steel
And a mallet that yielded diabolical power
That devastatingly yet tenderly
Left its imprint
Of a Son lifeless and brutally broken
Cradled in the arms of a loving mother
On a monolithic slab of stone
Time’s inscription of fleeting emotions
Scribbled on our eyes and on our every muscle
Forever captured and written in stone
A fine poetic tribute to a master craftsman, your words show us the man behind the art and the dusty struggle that was part of his sublime creation. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
A stunning piece of poetry. Eloquence in stone perfectly captured. Beautiful work. Warm regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
Time's inscription of fleeting emotions, - are beautiful philosophic lines! I think it was Rumi who had said that all our progress is only a reflection of our fleeting technology! Great poem! -Raj Nandy