The Statue?

Motionless
He doesn’t move
Just stands watching and waiting
Looking out seeing and hearing
And knowing
All

A flicker
Movements below
A plot
He hears it and crys
For it against one who loves him
Yet he stands

Frozen
Begging the wind that he may help and fall
Begging the sun he might melt
Or the rains he may be washed away
  And control direction
Yet he stays
Frozen
In time and place
Ey, in heart to

The wind lifts
Slowly
Painfully
But cannot maintain
Even when helped by sun or rain
And such a sight is rare to see

A Human statue frozen in misery



Authors note : this poem draws from a peculiar dream i had where i was a statue which managed to roll its self away to help people. i think its fair to say it also draws so influence from one of my fave storys as a child i believe was called"the happy prince" about a statue that gave away all its gold and jewls that made himso beautiful to help the poor he observed both near and far, asking even the birds to be his mesengers