Forever silent

Here's a poem inspired by the striking sculpture in the image:

 

Echoes in Bronze

 

Carved from time, with edges worn,

A visage rises, proud, forlorn,

Half a face, yet wholly wise,

Bearing witness with hollowed eyes.

 

Chiseled lips, a silent song,

Of days endured, of nights too long,

A sentinel of fleeting grace,

Time etched deep upon its face.

 

Green with age, yet fierce with fire,

A monument to dreams, to ire,

Cracks and shadows softly tell,

Of stories lost, of hearts that fell.

 

Yet still it stands, bold and clear,

A fractured form, but whole in fear,

For art is not what’s left complete—

It’s in the voids, the breaks, the beat.

Done