If this is pornography then entitlement to run this emotionally, artistically and intellectually rich cyberspace becomes questionable. The poem is the masterpiece that artfully describes silences, comment on the stillness and silence that permeates that space between the mother and child. It’s the commentary on how David’s sculpture in stone is malleable. If this is pornography then all the ‘turkey’ that abounds at PH is lewd. Its the poem about bodies that are yet to formed in flesh whose grand design exists only in the grandeur of thoughts.
This visit is to pay tribute to the tomb of masterpiece ‘A Succinct Symmetrical Sex Story’. It’s not a poem but Michelangelo’s explanation as to how a fabric cast in stone can exude warmth and tenderness. It’s a narration of how the moment long space between lovers becomes a monument.
In engaging a walk, on a Winter's crisp morn, On a snow-feathered path, Glazed with ice-ladened branches, Lies a pond of most striking impression, Mother Nature's kiss. Crystalized Ice in the shape of a Heart,