Statue Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Statue



Silently shape emerges from the clay
or chisel chips away the stone.
Before the shape can speak at all
it must be cleft to the very bone.

The finger shapes the silent curve,
delicate inclinations of the form,
hovering helpless on the brink
of harmony and harm.

Thus infinities of silence grow
relaxed into the endless shapes of Man
a sightless speechlessness that flows
beyond the creator’s eloquence to know.

Thursday, October 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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