Presented hard
Cold to the touch
Disbelieving
Under an artisan’s hands
Weakening
Soft swirls of metal
She becomes
Shimmering fragments
Glistening diamond shades
A curling pillow
Lays before him as he slaves
His to create, having her no other way
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Yes, making something cool out of nothing. Great work crafting this one, Aud, slowly and building it up.
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Hey, why thank you, Chum. I’ve always envied artists.
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I have worked in a machine shop and all too ofter we would look at these as if they were nothing more than debris to be spun free of their oil and loaded into a dumpster. Every now and then, the intricate beauty would show through (but I didn’t have a camera handy back then). I do often take pictures of wood shaving that spiral off a plane or a spokeshave. Thanks for giving me some words to accompany those images.
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I am honored that you believe my words should accompany your memories, Dan. You are welcome to them… Nothing better than an artist working with their hands. Thank you for letting me know that this poem spoke to you.
I was just reading your recent post about your instructor. My condolences.
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That was a little gem of a poem. Great job, Aud 🙂
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Why, thank you, Sleepy. 🙂 Almost time for you to turn in. Where did the day go?
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I just don’t know?
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Me, either. I blame you.
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That’s odd as I blame you?
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And that was mean… LOL
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🙂
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Exquisite in those shimmering fragments, and such trust to be shaped like this in an artisan’s hands.
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Without trust there is nothing to cling to, Gus. Such beauty in your words. Thank you.
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Wow, that’s beautiful. What is it, Audith? And what’s the part mean about lays before him? Lots of questions today, I apologize.
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Thanks! It is metal shavings from an oil refinery here in Houston. Pretty isn’t it. Well, as the metal is being trimmed down for whatever it is being made for the pieces fall around the operator of the machine. The metaphor of laying down for an artistic lover, would be the other meaning. *waits to see if you blush*
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*doesn’t blush because he’s heartless* Aha! Love it lots. And it is neatio looking. Can you make it?
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*about to make you toothless* Yes, when in doubt think “her head is in the gutter again”. Glad you liked the photo. You should take it home. Someone else already spoke for the words attached. Can I make those? Umm, no way. I’d lose a finger.
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Goodness me! Control your killing instincts! The gutter? *laughs* Interesting!
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*ties them up* I think you’re left with nothing to say. Haha.
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You think you’re triumphant?
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I think, I do. I feel that way, so I win, probably. *looks around for someone to high five.)
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*laughing*
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*grabs your hand and pulls it up so I can high five it*
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Such beauty even in fragments. I love the artist’s dedication. Now that’s love!
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Glad you see the beauty in all this ruble, T.
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So Seductive….Such Imagery…beautiful Imagination 🙂
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Thank you, Morgan. ♡ It is Friday, right? 🙂
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It is …hooooooooo raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🙂
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🙂 LOL
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