LJI Week 2: My Mount Rushmore

[alycewilson]

Images of myself from April 2017, April, July and October 2018, becoming gradually more fit

Fourteen years, sculptors blasted and chipped,
suspended by rope. Four faces
emerged, blocky. Imperfect. Then, finally,
sculpted complete. At first, envisioned
as waist-deep portraits, their final form
became faces only. Faces hewn
into granite, formed by slow
crystallization of magma
beneath the earth's surface.

For fourteen months -- or more -- I've chipped
away my own granite body. My magma-formed
slow crystallization of eating emotion.
Imperfect. Blocky at first, but
gradually more sculpted. Chiseled forms
emerging from face to waist. Forming
a final portrait, suspended between
my vision and hope.

- October 14, 2018

This is my entry for LJ Idol, with the prompt "My Mount Rushmore."

Comments

[reidharriscooper]

I enjoyed the approach with this poetry.
As someone who constantly chips away then finds new rocks and chips away again and again I feel the sculpting is never finished. A constant process of building and rebuilding. Not seeking perfection, but still an imperfection I can always been happy with. Hey Mount Rushmore has had remodeling or clean up itself a few times.

[alycewilson]

Exactly. I view it as a continuing process of challenging myself and improving my fitness, despite setbacks. Glad to hear you have a similar viewpoint. I think life is about learning and pressing on.