Beautiful faces like works of art
Parade expressionless through the city
Skillfully molded by well-commissioned hands
Baked to bronze perfection under an electric sun
Glazed to a fine finish enhancing every detail
Flawless, emotionless terra cotta
Walking and watching
And achingly awaiting
Some fateful hand
To deliver the blow
To smash the façade
To the earth below
To reveal the soil of a life
And nurture the seed rooted within
When you see one, Lori, you certainly wonder if there is life within. Sincerely Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great, Lori, tightly packed and with a strong image. My 'Beneath the Surface' is a good companion piece with this one. You and I saw the same thing. Raynette