Saturday, 26 November 2022

Craft and Gravity: a poem

 

Material curvature,
Molded by hands,
The heart flows
Through the fingers
Infusing the material
With pulsing life.

Take a seat,
Feel the armrest,
The bend, the give,
The chair receives
Your weight—

Gravity connects all
Physically and divinely,
The earthly, nay, cosmic reminder
Of renewable life
And constant flux.

MS22
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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