Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Never quite able to move beyond the yearning,
Formed into a pose
Between desire and
Response,
They are frozen, sculptured into something
That cannot become reality
Despite constant striving,
Their despair exposed
At a heartless ornamental pond.
Still their eyes do not the silent gaze drop.
Even as their hands are
Locked away from the ability to
Enfold,
Set in stone they are forever reaching
For an embrace
That cannot
Form.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Sculpture in 71 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
Na’ama Y’karah,
Lovely verse. I feel the frustration of the arms reaching but never being able to embrace. Beautiful sculpture as well.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle! I know those sculptures are often meant to depict things differently than what I tend to see them … but it is not the first time that the frozen aspects of a pose gets translated into something quite fatiguing to me. Maybe because I know how being frozen and unable to ‘move’ can feel, and because there are so many layers to every moment of relating. It IS a beautiful sculpture, yes!
Off to read yours!
Na’ama
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Oooh, this is wonderful, Na’ama. Perfect poem to go with this image!
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Thank you! They look so … unfulfilled … 😉
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They do!
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🙂
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You have definitely captured the immutable immobility… what one might say the set-in-stone-ness… of a sculptured subject
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Thank you, Cripsina! 🙂 I am so glad it got communicated! 🙂
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Indeedy 🙂
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🙂
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