POETRY: The Maker and His Folly » The Aspergian
There once was a stone Maker, Of eponymous resolve, Through every creative endeavor, Had a conundrum to solve. He had journeyed from mountain birthplace, Looking for love of sound and sight, If he could not find it’s existence, He’d construct it from earth and light. He had traveled for an eternity, His inspiration began to diminish, He just wanted to rest his stony form, Yet one last thing to finish. In his heart he felt hopeless, In his drive he felt unbridled rage, Every empty landscape a canvas, Every silent vista a cage. He came upon an ocean cliff side, Where the sun touched glisteningRead More →