Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Becoming Human

Gloved hands fluttering
Like navy blue bats
An ice sculpture
With red-gold hair
And wide eyes
Stepping from the canvas
I have been working
On her all day
And still she is only half way
To becoming human

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Blogger The Poet Laura-eate said...

Very evocative. A work in progress often has a poignancy all its own whether in art or poetry.

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