By: miChelle Vara
I naturally reclaim reuse
Barely ever abort the sort
Metal is my hearts delight
Collecting it, I consider a sport
Generations, memories, each piece history
Doesn’t matter color, size or shape
Pieces radiate
Tools with sweat of physical labor
Hands raw, a hoe, a horse, a rake
A use, a perspective, another time
I ponder discarded things, shapes and lines
Add some pixie dust and daydreams
Doodle and draw
Manipulate, shape, weld and cut
Then I know I’m right on track
Once was recycle and reuse
Now a new
Imbued metal sculpture.
re-pourposed metal