Here is what
writing
is to me:
You sit there
and carve
shavings from
you soul.
Mold them
into naked
shape.
Infuse them
with unveiled
heart.
And hope
that someone
sees the
beauty in
your carvings.
carvings
Here is what
writing
is to me:
You sit there
and carve
shavings from
you soul.
Mold them
into naked
shape.
Infuse them
with unveiled
heart.
And hope
that someone
sees the
beauty in
your carvings.
sunshine in winter 
So true, and it takes courage, carving your heart. Thank you for letting us see your sculptures. 🙂
Isn’t blogging beautiful in that way? We get to see one lovely exhibition of every kind of sculpture and stand back and admire each other’s courageous offerings. 😊