POETRY
The Sculptor
A poem in seven verses
The arm that swings the hammer The hand that holds the chisel The marble that is carved The stone that is shaped
Not here for war Reconciliation Not here for destruction Creation
The arm that swings the hammer Holds the baby near Safe from harm
The hand that holds the chisel Writes letters of beauty Words of love
The stone that is shaped Unbroken Graceful
The marble that is carved Unformed Transformed
Not here for war Reconciliation Not here for destruction Creation
Definitely out of my comfort zone with poetry, but I thought that I’d give it a try.
Paul Mansfield is a writer, a photographer, a guitar player, a philosopher — some he does well, some not so well, but he still tries them all.
You can follow him on Twitter @pmansfield.
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