Lost art

Memories a lump of clay we mold day to day until it turns sublime

And with time delusions of past illusions grow a work of art

They depart from their original form and transform into what we will them to be

See  how they look as in time's fire they cook, clay turned to rock

Lock them away or put them on display, molded statues of times past

Fast you will find they are frozen in your mind forms of your belief

Markers of grief or joy no cast bronze did you employ when they fall they will shatter

Scatter on cold ground lost pieces won't be found, but maybe it doesn't matter

Reviews

[John Sullivan]

Really, really well done Soren. I'm getting older... and I feel sometimes, sometimes more often than not, irrelevant-er... great piece.

[Soren]

Thank you so much John for your review and most kind words of encouragement and support they are most important to me and deeply appreciated

[Arundass TP]

Beautifully written poem. Enjoyed reading

[Soren]

Thank you Arundass for reading and kind words of support