I clapped my hands blue
Showered that artist
“sculptor par excellence”
With “Wows” hemorrhaging
from every cell
of grateful existence
for the celestial chisel
that impregnates
life into dumb stones
turned me into a dumb stone
for a mass of dogma
hanging from my chin
Rehan - Good job! Infusing life into language is certainly akin to transforming stone to life!
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This made me think of my favorite Greek legend. Ovid wrote a poem about Pygmalion's predicament, but not even he could quite capture exactly how that man felt. I believe you have. Sarah