by Phoebe Warren
Knowledge
grows upon each fold
Crafting
its path through cuts and scolds
Lines
ebbing away
The
naked shame
Of
the once flawless creations
The
blank sheet is scratched and scarred
Ink
trickles down the coloured chard
A
needle indents
The
artist commences
To
create meaning for the piece
The
creasing of the once taunt skin
As
each fold nestles into the chin
Buries
deeper into
Its
skeleton frame
Crevices;
peaks form this landscape
A
human maps the rigid wake
Left
by the rocks stacked by the lake
Circles
and lines
Match
their height
Paving
an explorer's delight
Alas,
see - the nobel tree bark
Its
subtle patterns make her mark
Years
of wisdom
Trapped
in her trunk:
We
yearn for her enlightenment
And
so we find the piece complete
Space
where desolate finds defeat
Comprehension
marks
Contour,
skin and barks
With
lines in which the truth secretes
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