Because I could not leave well enough alone.
For LL‘s prompt for Random Acts of Poetry at High Calling Blogs, based on my earlier sketch: A Wander…
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On the pediment
Stood they
Silent and still
Gazing upon a world changed
White turned grey
And creeping black
The glint of gold
Gash of dirt
Sunbeams dance
Across curve of cheek
Hook of nose
Grasp of hand
Upon shepherd’s crook
Starlit spiral
Wonder of beryl, sapphire
Jeweled crown
Tendril heavenward
Relic of old
Hushed whispers echo
Archaic words
Rim round in word and sound
I stumble upon a stair
Time worn,
Rough mark of stone mason
Etched in the solid face
The dirt covers my shoe
On a path worn smooth
By thousands
And I wonder-
Is faith here?
Or there?
In the grit and the grime
or
the cut glass and gold
or do they
statues, lifeless
know
if it is a
both/and?
(St. Peter’s, Rome)
4 Comments
L.L. Barkat
Ah, you are developing the poet’s heart! Going back to fiddle with the words, find things fresh. 🙂
nance nAncY
good
good
good!
Kelly Langner Sauer
this both/and idea. you need to expand it for me. it’s something my husband was saying too…
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