he has been working on me for a while.
i was once a block of wood, but he has been
whittling away at my anger,
sanding my temper smooth,
carving in grooves of honesty,
and blowing off the dust of impatience.
soon he will paint my robes white
and give me a crown.
this block of wood,
has become a chosen son:
adopted to be formed and shaped.
this is a persona poem. the speaker is a now figure of a man, who was once just a block of wood. does the poem give this sense of personal development? do you pick up any religious implication? i want the reader to feel as though the figure was once a rough block of wood? do you feel this way? are there any images that don't work?
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