Sorry David

remembrancer


When I try to picture a faultless face

I see smooth marble curving easily over defined musculature

The epitome of beauty, of strength

and I long to hold that perfect promise against my weathered features

But when my fingers reach that unmarred surface, I flinch

from the unexpected cold

The frozen features a mere record of a momentary ideal

lacking the burn, the change, of growth

A perfection I can only reach once my skin turns as cold

as that lifeless sculpture


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ethelthefrog

ethelthefrog

Lovely imagery here. So often our vision of "perfect" requires the destruction of actual living.

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Storykeeper

Storykeeper

Oooh. This is beautiful as a stand-alone, and also invites so many possibilities for continuing. Hmm. The gears are turning.

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slapdashmonuments

slapdashmonuments

I love your treatment of this classic theme and the object you chose as the central image. From the title, I was expecting a light verse, but this is very meaningful. Thank you.

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textual_phoenix

textual_phoenix

Beautifully written! Such wonderful imagery in such a short piece. Well done!

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