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    Statue

    High on the parapet sit I who
    Looks forever toward the sky
    And the voices below, bellow
    'Never look behind!'
    For I cannot be defined by my past
    Though I ask myself
    As the elements strip away
    A little more of me
    Each day, where did it go
    All the gilding and gold?
    I am a sculpture
    Crumbly and cold.
    And who said nothing can stop you
    Except for yourself?
    Some gargoyle mouldering on a shelf.
    I am a sculpture shaped by the weather
    My hands are rough
    My skin is like leather.
    Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb

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    I love "the voices below, bellow." It gives some of the anxiety in this poem a (slightly) lighter touch.

    May I riff?

    The voices below me bellow
    In my adobe abode.
    My son, a commodious fellow,
    Never gets off the commode.

    Heh heh. Sorry.
    And this from a man in a bunny suit.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Delta40 View Post
    High on the parapet sit I who
    Looks forever toward the sky
    And the voices below, bellow
    'Never look behind!'
    For I cannot be defined by my past
    Though I ask myself
    As the elements strip away
    A little more of me
    Each day, where did it go
    All the gilding and gold?
    I am a sculpture
    Crumbly and cold.
    And who said nothing can stop you
    Except for yourself?
    Some gargoyle mouldering on a shelf.
    I am a sculpture shaped by the weather
    My hands are rough
    My skin is like leather.
    Loved this, Delta!
    Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty
    ~Albert Einstein

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    Quote Originally Posted by Delta40 View Post
    High on the parapet sit I who
    Looks forever toward the sky
    And the voices below, bellow
    'Never look behind!'
    For I cannot be defined by my past
    Though I ask myself
    As the elements strip away
    A little more of me
    Each day, where did it go
    All the gilding and gold?
    I am a sculpture
    Crumbly and cold.
    And who said nothing can stop you
    Except for yourself?
    Some gargoyle mouldering on a shelf.
    I am a sculpture shaped by the weather
    My hands are rough
    My skin is like leather.
    I sometimes feel like that.
    Good to see that your voice remains strong!
    "You can always find something better than death."
    Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, The Bremen Town Musicians

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    A poem meant for Lot's wife?

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    Very good, my old friend. I’d turn the final line from a similie to a metaphor - ‘my hands are leather’ reads better. But only IMHO as bar used to say.
    Last edited by Jerrybaldy; 06-08-2018 at 11:53 AM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Delta40 View Post
    High on the parapet sit I who
    Looks forever toward the sky
    And the voices below, bellow
    'Never look behind!'
    For I cannot be defined by my past
    Though I ask myself
    As the elements strip away
    A little more of me
    Each day, where did it go
    All the gilding and gold?
    I am a sculpture
    Crumbly and cold.
    And who said nothing can stop you
    Except for yourself?
    Some gargoyle mouldering on a shelf.
    I am a sculpture shaped by the weather
    My hands are rough
    My skin is like leather.
    Love love the imagery in this poem

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