sculpted desire
from sculpted
desire we cling to
myriad windows -
no wheel of
transmigration - rather
life loops, the path, the
dead ends,
The Way.
Poem ©2011 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo courtesy of Tess Kincaid, 2011.
Poetry, Art, and Commentary by Rick Burnett Baker
.... the road taken.
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely. Great job with the prompt ~ not an easy one.
and which way would that be?
ReplyDeleteyou have me thinking on this one
richard - superb insight! you've caught something i bet a lot of people will conect to. thanks for sharing it here. steven
ReplyDeleteSculpted desire. I love that.
ReplyDeleteThe way as in openness to many vistas and possibilities. I like the perspective.
ReplyDeleteYou are an Imagist, Rick.
ReplyDeleteThis tiny poem takes us
ReplyDeleteon myriad journeys, touching
love, the great wheel of life,
art, sculpture, happiness,
disappointment, and our many
journeys. Kudos for the immensity
of the brevity.
Sculpted desire... hmmm..... lots to ponder on this one. Well done.
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