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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Moulded Clay Handle me as your slab of clay hold me, mold me, make me your way, touch me by night, touch me by day. Take me, this gray, moldable mass, give me style, give me class, treat me as if thin, crystalline glass. Sculpt me, draw my mouth, a tender line, lips so fine, for sipping wine, and softly make my eyes tilt, incline. At the top of my brow trace a strand of hair lifted here, held with care, as if your hand were softly laying there. But should you lose a moment or day, walk away, do not stay, your absence will indeed crack this clay. ©KRJ 9 September, 1999 ------------------ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Sunshine...I liked this one, but my preference is not a man who will mold me to his liking, but one who accepts the baked clay as it is in it's present form. ------------------ "Nobody has measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold" ~Zelda Fitzgerald |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I knew this one would have a double-edged meaning...there is a subtle message here with a more "personal" message if you get my drift...and ultimately, I was looking for impact in the last stanza. I do agree with your comment, Hoot, and as always, appreciate your read! |
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U K Hero Member
since 1999-08-08
Posts 266England |
lovely, you can almost sing the words... |
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