Sculpture & Stones

A persistent attempt to build a new life.

Daily I build up my sculpture -

A pink granite brick,

A blue shale shard,

A moonstone, a bloodstone,

A chunk of fool's gold.

 

It's puny, almost laughable

But solid and mine;

And expandable.

 

Nightly you scatter my stones

And grapple my rocks away.

Silent and despairing

I sit in the rubble and stare.

 

Daily I build up my sculpture -

 

 

Author's Note

I'll be grateful for any feedback.

Reviews

[GypsyAlien3303]

As humans we only have one path; rebuild and keep living.
This poem hit a deep emotional point for me. I've lost track of how many times my life has been torn down. It seems like I'm continually picking up the pieces and rebuilding my own sculpture. I'm not that fond of poetry but I loved this. :)

[ChrisM]

Thank you *so* much for what you've said! Poetry can be discouraging but it touched you, thanks for telling me - it's so encouraging.

[Phillitup]

This, to, offered a different story and/or perspective to being hurt or bullied, at any age or anytime. As professional as stone sculptures sound, you can transfer the idea to children's blocks (less so but still). The mean people will knock you down along with your passion. This poem seems very true.