Monday, July 9, 2012

Act of Creation



Color, thought white--what untapped potential.
Wrought in the tooth; let my hand be nimble.

Construction begun as each form is built.
Twisting and turning--the sculpting wrist lilt.

Burnished and bludgeoned, the truth does now form;
Without false vindiction; no judgement nor scorn.

Tighten the screws with a finishing stroke--a meaningful mark to bring closure.

~t