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The Sculptor

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The Sculptor



  For many years she'd been his muse,
  with time her love for him had grown,
her face and body his to use,
now time had flown.

Though years had passed he never knew,
her feelings that would grow so deep,
he carved her form, so soft and true,
  her passions sleep.

The stillness in her mind an art
to sit for hours without a sound,
  but in his stone, a broken heart
was all she found.

His fingers take her living form
the marble cold, his touch so skilled,
her velvet flesh was soft and warm,
his heart was chilled.

He lavished love on every line,
all she could do was cry inside,
she never gave an outward sign,
  but kept her pride.
 
 
 

 

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A Sapphic Ode
Four metrical feet in each of three lines followed by two feet in the punchline. Classically I think five feet and eleven syllables was the norm for the first three lines.

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  • Dragonheart1 gold member
    November 1

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    A poem of great truth. Manyh times we let go what we
    should of kept and wake up to late to realize our
    mistake.

    return the favor?


  • The Poetic Angel gold member
    June 17

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    this is butiful yet sad sue ... a hidden love ...

    good luck in the contest

    x cheeky x


  • The Painting Poet gold member
    June 16

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    Oh Sue!!

    It amazes me how a model could sit for hours, days , weeks for an artist, without changing pose. Thankfully we now have cameras and sittings are kept to a minimum. You really caught how the model can become a muse for the artist, one or two I have worked with have done that. A beautiful poem reflecting the art world I adore... thank you for sharing.

    Jem


  • cricketjeff gold member
    June 16
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    Another lovely poem and one I have enjoyed before but I prefer your other two.

  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    May 29

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    Oh, I just wanted him to see! Beautiful ode. A man wrapped in his work. Wonderfully well done. ~Pamela


  • NeonRose silver member
    May 29
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    oops..forgot these.........


  • NeonRose silver member
    May 29
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    This is so sad! Unrequited love with a different twist...Well done, poet!

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    February 21

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    I'm not going to append a rhyming comment. I prefer unrhymed sapphics, but I am warming to this form the more I read it. This is an excellent, well-crafted example.


  • arafura
    February 20

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    "but in his stone, a broken heart
    was all she found..."

    One of your very best works poet! I enjoyed this very much. Good luck in the contest!

  • Bad Bill
    February 20

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    He admired her chiselled form:
    that would be the norm
    for artists of his kind.

    But that was not enough;
    she hungered for his touch
    and in her heart she pined.

    Sad tale, beautifully told.

    Bill


  • cricketjeff gold member
    February 20

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    A thing of beauty formed in stone
    Yet in their hearts each sighs alone
    You would have thought they should have grown
    As lovers

    Art that hides a truth without
    We can see while they both doubt
    "Kiss the real one" We should shout
    BE LOVERS!

  • Uasal Laoch Aingeal gold member
    February 20

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    Beatutiful and heartfelt and the picture that goes along with the poem is very much compliments the poem and helps set the stage in the minds eye on this one.


  • Haunted-Memory silver member
    February 20

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    Wonderful

    This is a wonderful poem of expression, showing of how feeling grew for a man that never saw past the beauty of her figure and the craftmenship of his art. The poem draws you into its tale and paints a sad story.
    well done with this and good luck in the contest Brian.

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