There’s much that’s made of stone:
bridges, tunnels and statues too.
They’re harsh, unfeeling, strong.
We humans are flesh and blood:
passions, emotions and heart.
I see why we don’t last long.
So what is the point of my art?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There’s much that’s made of stone:
bridges, tunnels and statues too.
They’re harsh, unfeeling, strong.
We humans are flesh and blood:
passions, emotions and heart.
I see why we don’t last long.
So what is the point of my art?
This was a brand new style of poetry for me. You did so much better than I did.
I really like the juxtaposition you offer, and find it interesting that your examples of Stone could all be considered ‘Art’ yet they remain, while their creators the artists do not.
Perhaps answering your final question, we make art, simply to make our mark. Proving we were here so to speak.
Yes – love the contrast in time, and the question as the juxtaposition was brilliant!
Dear Anne: A marvellous echo here to Carolyn Forche and her poem on stones in her latest colection. But the power of your two mirror tercets then the exclamation of that stunning last line. This is a poem for me to remember and be grateful for. Thank you.
The point of your art is to encourage us. I’m encouraged! Nicely done.