WrenWind Posted November 6, 2003 Report Share Posted November 6, 2003 (edited) Stone A carefully crafted statue stands with arms outstretched ready to accept or give comfort In the dark of the night they come to talk, to cry and pour out their hearts. The statue is shiny, burnished by those that stop for solace found in the arms of stone. the old rock begins to show its years so much has been chipped away slowly eroded by all the tears inside a tender heart still beats absorbing all the hurt and fears thousands of comforting words are spoken as the stone skin begins to crack and split little pieces are taken home as tokens hoping that they hold some comfort but really only they can fix what's broken there is nothing left for self protection cruel have been the lessons learned. all expecting such perfection no one sees the man behind the stone but now for him there is no more rejection the granite casing crumbles to sand even a diamond can crack and shatter look around and take my hand all ways know that you do matter together we can make a stand For those who venture into the park all they will find now is the base of the statue and a note that says "Thank You to all who helped me grow enough to break free" Edited November 6, 2003 by WrenWind Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Peredhil Posted November 6, 2003 Report Share Posted November 6, 2003 great mind images off that one. Reminds me of a weathered statue of a saint I'd seen in Europe - so worn by time, tears, and touches that the original saint couldn't be recognized. In "hoping that they home to hold some comfort" I'm not quite sure I follow what you say, although I think I know what you mean - they hope that they can find the same type of comfort at home holding the chip emblematic of the statue. Which of course, doesn't fit the rhyme! Huggles -P Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted November 6, 2003 Author Report Share Posted November 6, 2003 thanks i missed that ... edited Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Illianna Wolfsong Posted November 7, 2003 Report Share Posted November 7, 2003 WrenWind, I have been away for too long. I have yet to read any of your writings and not have to take a few moments to re-read, re-absorb, and appreciate anew. Thank you for sharing your self and soul with us. I love the poem. -Illi Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
DL_Snake Posted November 9, 2003 Report Share Posted November 9, 2003 it's so..............good it's very meaningful...reminds me of a symbiotic relationship. the statue is helping the ppl and the ppl are helping the statue. and i liked the ending Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Beautiful Nightmare Posted November 9, 2003 Report Share Posted November 9, 2003 i love it wren well done Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Regel Posted November 10, 2003 Report Share Posted November 10, 2003 Strong images all the way through this Wren my favourite verse remains this one there is nothing left for self protection cruel have been the lessons learned. all expecting such perfection no one sees the man behind the stone but now for him there is no more rejection The artist/sculptor long dead and almost forgotten. It begs the question "What will survive me after I am gone that time will not destroy?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
WrenWind Posted November 10, 2003 Author Report Share Posted November 10, 2003 It is always intresting to see how someone else interprets things I like the image you see. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zariah Posted November 10, 2003 Report Share Posted November 10, 2003 Truly beautiful. This brought tears to my eyes. It reminds me of those posters that have moral messages on them, like the one about the man walking along the shore and he says, "Oh God how come when times were good there were two sets of footprint-you walking with me, but during the hard times there was only one set? Were you deserting me?" And God responds, "No my child. Those were the times I was carrying you." Anyways, very touching and great imagery! You always have beautiful poetry. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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