I want to be like
Michelangelo--
I want to see David
in a block of ocean
and carve until
I set him free.
But we can't all be
Renaissance idols
and sometimes a poem
is just some guy named Dave.
Naked Dave, on a naked beach,
affecting an air of bonhomie
for the seagulls, crabs and jellyfish
per some new-age philosophy--
carrying his whole dear self,
in lieu of a sling.
6 comments:
What might one carve out of chocolate?
enjoyed this quite a bit!
I love this, Sarah! It gives me a good feeling about all of us who are not Michelangelo...
(It also reminds me of my last year vacation in the Dominican Republic. In the middle of the very nice pond decorating the main buffet- restaurant, among ducks, fish, and luxurious plants, there stood a copy of Michelangelo's David...)
Charles, EVERYTHING.
Steven, glad to hear it!
Vesper, so wonderful to see you again!
This one was fun to write. And I wonder how many places David's been spotted in around the world. That guy sure does get around. :)
It's not just you. When I see the ocean, I see naked mermaids (let's call her Devon) too.
I don't feel like being Michael. I'd rather see naked ladies than naked men. :)
It depends on the lady and man, I suppose.
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