Monday, November 9, 2015

Postcard from the Taj Mahal

We adapt
Polished to a high luster
by heat ,time, pressure
We form at the edges
between movement

Like fond caresses
traces of mica, 
chert, or quartz
across our face
We bring lessons 
of stability
poise and grace

We can teach you
self control
We neutralize acids
Offering elegant protection
remembered dreams
mastery of thought

From ancient temples' 
columned halls
to the poignant effigy 
of Shelley,
poet drowned.
Animation suspended
La Pieta
Winged Victory 
David before his battle
Lincoln in contemplative repose
Rodin's kiss.

preserved for the ages,

Children knuckling down
playing games 
in cosmic dust

Aphrodite of Milos
and the Love entombed
beneath the crown of palaces
pristine domes. 
Patiently roughed out
with hammer and chisel

Easily carven
Polished, poised
yet harder 
with each day that turns
as a Grecian urn.

For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, animal, plant etc that holds lessons of Wisdom. Can you guess who is singing?

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