A Work Of Art (poem)
A work of Art
That is the artists hands
.
Flat and worn left hand
.
Round and warm right
.
All of the lines and grooves
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Placed perfectly so
.
Because of the hours spent moulding them
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Your Art shows up for you in so many different ways
.
Today I’m honouring the hours spent
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Today I’m witnessing the flat rough bits
.
The hunch of the shoulders
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The ache in the back
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The parts of you that whisper
.
Keep going
.
Without them
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The art would not exist