| Comment By: Lorraina on April 23, 2008 01:48:33 PM
This is a very sweet poem and very sensitive to see the simplicity. I agree with lionheart on this and mabe with a smile good ol' Len as well...the gift in this poem is it gives birth to thought thank you dear friend Lorraina
| Comment By: lionheart on April 20, 2008 09:08:49 AM
This brings to mind Michelangelo and the truths
he created of mankind for mankind.
| Comment By: Leonard Wilson on April 19, 2008 06:12:12 PM
|Like the old saying goes.."It's easy to do a sculpture of an elephant..Just chip away everything that doesn't look like one." :o)...len|
| Comment By: b doneff on April 19, 2008 08:37:48 AM
Clean lines and to the point. The truth, yes,...what else is there?
| Comment By: She Whispers on April 19, 2008 07:02:56 AM
This poem reminds us the Sculptor who is the only one who can make a true image out of only stone..
This reminds me of a poem I wrote so long agao..Called The Statue ..She .. A time of great sorrow in my life and I felt like a cold stone with streaming tears cuting a trail of pain on my face..
Hugs ~ She Whispers
| Comment By: Angel on April 19, 2008 04:05:07 AM
The emotional intensity of creating a masterpiece from imagination. Like a person who wears a mask to hide from others who they truly are. The truth shows through in stone or flesh my friend
| Comment By: Barbara Demasson on April 19, 2008 02:39:50 AM
"unimportance is chipped away"...love this...how else can you get to what matters most.
Very nice work, so much said with so few words. =))