Thursday, June 27, 2013

Subject

It's all too perfect, doesn't anyone see?
The moon is too round, modeled for symmetry
Earth tilts, enabling the seasons,
Even our primary star is benign.

Do sculptors deem life impossible to imbue
In clay or marble, caressing the sinew
With passion but never with reasons?
Creators seldom share their grand design.

9 comments:

Loredana Donovan said...

Oh, I like this! Thought provoking and unique take on the prompt. :)

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,

A superb poem which credits 'The Grand Designer,'very well.
You have covered everything with eloquence.

Best wishes,
Eileen:)

Thanks for your Blog comments at my poem:)

Lisa A. Williams said...

Lovely description of the unique design of our world.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Witty and thought-provoking. :)

Susan said...

Wonderful capture of paradox of knowledge of creators, creations and appreciators. I am all three.

rch said...

Thanks everyone, experimenting with some Greek forms.

moondustwriter said...

like the rhyme and internal scheme of your words - food for much thought

The Pensive One said...

"The moon is too round, modeled for symmetry"

You are no average poet! This is such brilliant stuff! I adore this line the most. :)

rch said...

Thanks moondust and pensive one, your feedback is greatly appreciated :-)