“Write your own poem about living with a piece of art.” (https://www.napowrimo.net/day-four-13/)
There’s a moment when stone comes to life:
It breathes, pulses, warm and supple.
Such an extraordinary thing for stone to do.
How many chisel strokes are required
To imbue life into inert marble?
Ten? One hundred? Hundreds of thousands?
Some say math exterminates the magic.
Kandinsky filled his notebooks with precise geometries,
And on his canvas, chaos reigned.
John the Librarian 