Artistry


The hammer made some rapping sound,
With every stroke of creativity,
The chisel rambled over the earthy clod,
Amending the masterpiece,
An artistic but grotesque figurine,
And made it a divine sight of art.

The artist never was pleased,
With the accomplishment, so
He chiseled and chiseled himself again,
And carved a truth out of the gross,
Nonchalant hands were glorified.



This poem is linked to Three Words Wednesday. The words for this week was- earthy, grotesque, nonchalant.

Image: here


 Disclaimer: I don't own this image. The source of the image is linked beneath the poem.

Comments

  1. Ah, I loved the power of imagination here ... very beautifully sculpted piece ... as always, brilliant :-)

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  2. Well written n interesting poem..
    Loved it dear :):)

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  3. wow. gave me a couple thoughts...first at always honing ourselves and being willing to chisel away to find that art...and while never satisfied can be a good thing...it can also be so tiring...

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    1. Glad you liked it Brian. Thank you so much for being here :)

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  4. nice pick..
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  5. Amazing poem! Got me thinking.

    I also tag you to do the skincare & autumn tags! :)

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    1. Thank you so much Bex. I have already done the Autumn tag from you and the skincare one is yet to do :)

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  6. It must be so difficult to create something out of a block of "earthy clod." Once something is chiseled away, it can never be replaced again. I do wonder sometimes what artists do if they perceive they make a mistake in the carving, whether or not they are always satisfied with their final result. Thanks for being part of the Poets United community.

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    1. You are absolutely right Mary! I am privileged to be a part of Poets United community :)

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  7. "He chiseled and chiseled himself again,
    And carved a truth out of the gross," and this is how all continue to refine and discover out beautiful essence. Beautiful poem.

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  8. A cool poem about a cool piece of art. Pretty neat the sculptor sculpting himself. Which is sort of what we do with our poems, too, no?

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    1. Absolutely right Sherry! Poetry is nothing less than a sculpture and a poet same as a sculptor!

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  9. "carved a truth out of the gross' - beautifully profound in meaning.

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  10. Good one with the prompt words.

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  11. [ Smiles ] That was rather profound.

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