Teen Poetry #5 |
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Just a Lump of Clay |
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mistic Member
since 2001-05-06
Posts 233Idaho, U.S.A. |
Impaled with impurities, And no longer in innocent form, Taken apart from the rest To become your latest creation. Thrown and beaten to be mixed together Rolled into your view of perfection Only made mallable by your hands. Plop me down on your wheel And spin away. Control the formation by the strength of your hands Refusing and ignoring the instinctual stubborness, Molding with moisture on your hands, Perhaps tears from your eyes? Succeeding in not letting your mask of concentration fall Your creation is complete to your personal desire. But will it dry that way? Will it keep the demanding form you've given in? If not, you know you'll just try again tomorrow, Perhaps more forceful next time. So here I lie, Your lump of clay, To do with as you wish For I have no say. This is just a piece that popped into my head and perhaps ended up more in depth than I had planned. Um thrown and beaten is actually refering to how you have to knead clay, not phsyical abuse. Other than that, I'm not totally sure what my message is in this. Just came to me and came out on paper before I really knew what I was writing. |
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LyricFetish Senior Member
since 2000-01-13
Posts 528North Carolina |
I think the best poems are those that just flow out when we set pen to paper. This is absolutely beautiful! The metaphor of yourself to clay....very unique. I enjoyed it immensely. *~Meredith~* "Before you slip into unconsciousness, |
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