I etch hard life into soft metal,
seeking form from vision
Are thoughts like this
until given shape by the hand?
The plate is rubbed with ink,
something akin to blood
and pressed onto paper
Such are words from the pen
What is this compulsion
that flows in our veins?
I was told
the dimple in my chin
is "God's thumbprint",
the sculptor's mark
This from the Gaelic,
the romantically divine
(c) Linda Gayton 2005
thumbprint of God. Excellent Lin!
You're in good company....
Susan
That flows in our veins?"
I think every volume ever written had the silken threads of this question running through the fabric of what it was.
Who really can answer this with any satisfaction?
Beautiful!
Richard
love Tinka
~~martin~~
Susan