The chisel as creator
Lends shape to wood, to stone.
Shape being the truth of character,
Reality of body and bone,
Sculpted fact of form,
The confidence of matter.
The paintbrush as creator
Draws maps of rainbows,
Contours of celebrations,
Then blends faithful colors
With their reserved spaces.
Spaces being the measure of possibilities
That can curtail the guiles of prisms.
The pen as creator
Carves the word, clips the line,
Sets limits, distance or depth of being language;
Language being either the sense of anecdotes
Or the dialectics of rumors,
Where words intersect at certain
Attempts in proclaiming a name for the void
Between ground and sky,
Gorge and crater, craft and art.
Each one seeking to explain the blunders of terms.
