Mend me with gold
Mend me with gold
Fill my gaping cracks
With precious metals
And loving care.
Do not discard me
Now the years
Have worn me
From my first creation
Smooth and unblemished
Untouched by life.
See the damage
Not as disfigurement
But as radical sculpture
Of a work in progress.
See every chip,
Every dent, every frayed edge
As a stroke of genius,
Of ongoing art.
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Yes 🙂
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Beautiful Viv….
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Really love the comparison of mending sculpture vs. disfigurement. xox
eden
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Beautifully expressed – thank you Viv!
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Lovely. Made me think of Rodin’s The Helmet Maker’s Wife.
Elldee
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Thank you everyone for your kind comments. I’m touched you liked the poem
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Dear Viv,
I am a new reader, and in fact yours is the only blog I have read. I think this is lovely and now having read more of your history and health issues I think I understand this a little better.
I wish you the very best for your forthcoming operation, many people will be thinking of you and wishing you well.
Best wishes,
Sandra
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Very nice to meet you Sandra and thank you for your kind words. It’s just so uplifting to hear them
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Beautiful. May it be so. There are also the hidden disfigurements such as deafness (in my case).
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