The Sculpture


I stare. The smooth white sculpted figure
completely captivating. Cold, unmoving
lids closed for eternity. Eyes created
into white darkness.

Serenely sits, back bent with chin in hands
pondering thoughts, alive in past reality.
Captured contradictory calmness
while lungs clogged and marble dust swirled.

Chisels scraped and coarse hands shaved
layer after layer, coaxing, manipulating curves.
Demanded and willed, she bent to stillness
life siphoned from blood to stone.

I imagine her resentment
concealed in beauty replicated
bent deeper still, pain unseen
words swallowed into stone.

NaPoWriMo — without a prompt. Day 21. I’ve found that since my forray into writing poetry, I look at things more intensely. Has this happened to you?  In Bermuda, I came across this amazing sculpture — I couldn’t take my eyes off it.  And then I read what the artist said, and I understood. 

Sculpture credit: Pensativa 1984, white marble. By Felipe Castaneda….in the Bermuda Art Museum. Of his artistic process Castaneda says “I still consider it a kind of miracle that forms almost identical to human beings are born out of rock – and in some cases the only thing lacking for them to be alive is for them to move of their own accord and speak.”


3 thoughts on “The Sculpture

  1. Ana Linden April 21, 2015 / 2:23 pm

    She looks so sad in her stillness… and you captured it all so well in your poem…

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    • lillian April 21, 2015 / 2:27 pm

      I really was so drawn in — and that was in February. Looking at the photo yesterday got me thinking in her head — and then I wrote and rewrote and rewrote. So glad you caught the emotion.

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      • Ana Linden April 21, 2015 / 2:31 pm

        I can see why one would be attracted to the sculpture… It’s at the same time so expressive, yet so mysteriously complex…

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