sorry you are so underwhelmed,
the poet crashes from pedestal to earth
so a simple matter, we impact then smash, shall we rise again?
a million splinters of marble gleaming white,
shattered into mica shards splitting the light causing
rainbows to refract our thoughts
we are but spectres at Michaelangelo's feast.
chisels smooths wrinkles
stop! 'no entry' genius at work.
takes a master magician to make stone flow and float so.
three tons look feather light and
as she sheds stony tears, her hands gentle upon divinity,
agony cast in every line, she weeps, gentle pieta.
the face ghastly in death falls limp and lifeless
she holds the weight of the world in her fragile lap
and the light dies extinguished and exsanguinated
so forgive me for not soaring to such heights
but I a mere rough mortal can only aspire.
so sorry you are so underwhelmed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem