Cold Marble slabs of unpolished,
precious stone that shapes not
in thy hands even when co-erced...
even when a vision for it is known.
It holds the shape it began with,
its hard to change an ill sighted state...
or the beautiful slanted mound that only
nature creates effortlessly...
Written May 6th 2008.
Shelley L Baxter
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-gods-gift/
