Art With Nail Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Art with nail

Look at nail
It is made of metal
White, sharp and is steel.

Think of art…

Underneath the hammer
Seems for hunt, a prey.

To escape such a death
Seems snake at crawl
And rabbit on the run.

Feel sitting at a game
Basketball or baseball
Absorbed in the changes
My hands turn loudspeaker
That I hold around mouth
Then loud shout:
"Go Nail, go! "

Carpenter is artist
Hits curve ball: "Yah baby! "
Cold and calm he stands
As if shoots straight.

Search for nail in the field
It is gone out of sight.

Fan of Nail
Not loyal
I change side:
"Bravo the artist! "
I praise a good game
And better player:
"The Winner…"
Carpenter, and hammer
In his hand is cream
He moves it how he wants
And outcome is makeup
On face of Aphrodite.