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