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Author Name: Freejohncarter 7 Comments
Date Added: April 19, 2008 01:04:37 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Sculptor

Sculptor

Just like a blind man feels
The sculptors eyes reveal
The beauty that is trapped
Within the stone
The unimportance is chipped away
until all that remains
Is the truth.

 

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Comment By: FreeLorraina on April 23, 2008 01:48:33 PM Report

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: Premiumlionheart on April 20, 2008 09:08:49 AM Report
This brings to mind Michelangelo and the truths

he created of mankind for mankind.

 

Richard

Comment By: FreeLeonard Wilson on April 19, 2008 06:12:12 PM Report
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: Freeb doneff on April 19, 2008 08:37:48 AM Report
Clean lines and to the point. The truth, yes,...what else is there?
Excellent.
b

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on April 19, 2008 07:02:56 AM Report
 John,
 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: FreeAngel on April 19, 2008 04:05:07 AM Report
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

 

Beautiful

 

Love Angelxx

Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on April 19, 2008 02:39:50 AM Report
"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. =))

 

~Barbara~





 


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