when the sculptor dies, don’t we all?

16 Aug

The media is full of shocking reports- innocent people are tortured everyday. Some as political prisoners, some as victims of abuse in their own homes. A recent story about a sculptor who was tortured added to the millions of stories of people trapped in the wrong place at the wrong moment in history.This poem is not the voice of the sculptor who died, but the collective voice of the creative innocents lost in craft and confronted suddenly with the horror of reality disguised as power, prowess, some -ism…


There are a thousand women sleeping in stone

Their tears are trapped and voices muffled

Sometimes I hear them singing, not sirens like you think,

But sweet sad voices, not children, but human.


I take them out, the women, I carry them on my shoulders

And tell their stories to the people who like to listen

There are some people at the door.



For a moment the women wail

All my life  undone, nothing to be done,

I can make nothing right, fix nothing, patch up nothing.

My hands are flailing, drowning, my legs get in each others’ way.


I could be a puppet.

I look like a fool.




Hills falling off fingers, rivers vomiting seas,

Hair shaking loose the wind, eyes being saved

For the final cut.

Sculptors reversed,  the country in my room.


© neelthemuse,2012



Posted by on August 16, 2012 in Day to day, Death


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8 responses to “when the sculptor dies, don’t we all?

  1. yoga-adan

    August 16, 2012 at 10:38 am

    exceptionally powerful piece!

    esp liked,

    “Hair shaking loose the wind”

    but lots of other very moving images via your words, thanks neelima!


  2. granbee

    August 16, 2012 at 10:39 pm

    Creative souls do seem to be a great loss for us when they are abused like this, don’t they?


  3. Claire 'Word by Word'

    August 17, 2012 at 7:16 am

    Wonderfully evocative poem.


  4. neelthemuse

    August 17, 2012 at 7:50 am

    Thank you Claire…


  5. neelthemuse

    August 17, 2012 at 7:51 am



  6. neelthemuse

    August 17, 2012 at 7:51 am

    Thank you Adan….


  7. simon7banks

    August 21, 2012 at 5:46 pm

    Very powerful. I particularly liked the sad cadence and simplicity of “All my life undone, nothing to be done.”


  8. neelthemuse

    August 23, 2012 at 6:36 am

    Thank you Simon…the poem came from a sad place indeed….



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