Topic(s): Craft, Feast, Kisser (sort of)
Optional: Included a Scientist (*ahem* da Vinci), New Eyes Challenge, and Something that happened durring childhood

These Women of Stone

These Women of Stone move
in such fluid fashions
speaking with stiff bodies.
This crafted mental insemination
a feast on the creativity formed
and yet held dear.

These Women of Stone breathe
air more solid then what here.
We move through so eloquently
a softly spoken endangered thought
that without seeming opens the mind
to the kiss of the poets breath
within the Sculptures eyes.

These Women of Stone smile
to know that perfection has been found
in granitine grace and beauty;
even those menso infinite and still mortal
smile to know the perfect proportions
that bodies find in the hands
that drew da Vinci from the dredges.

These Women of Stone act
to form scenes in Shakespeares Globe,
to react and enact the philosophical orgy,
Otherwise known as The Craft of Love:

The artist dies twice,
once his own death
and twice the death of his love.




How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.
-Henry David Thoreau

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson