The sublime of tedium

.

As you begin, only nothing

Into a pillar of something,

But bit by bit, oh everyday,

You are to steal the dust away

.

Here, less and less means more and more,

Lighter stone means heavier heart,

As you dig out the purest core

What is broken leads to the start,

.

There is beauty in destruction

Which is sublimed by your action;

A carver’s work is peculiar

.

For the greatest pieces of art

Are made from bits you take apart

As if the truth made you liar.

.


Not entirely sure I’m completely satisfied with this poem, it still feel like rough piece of stone. I may have to carve it some more yet.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s