Open Poetry #32 |
The State of Clay |
Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Scuffle down the precipitous hill In dew dropped morn of moistures fill; There, view the artist who seeks to borrow from earthen bank its humble till Walk bumpily among the fossils As leaflets prance their shadow dance; Then reach for the wall of brown where orange roots go straggling down. Sliding palm against cool drip earth, grit amongst imperfect clay birth; gray waits patient the scraping, to become rich media for hungry artist banking. hands to shape, goosh, squeeze into any form we choose decisions in the making... [This message has been edited by Sadelite (05-23-2004 10:04 PM).] |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
i love working with clay, it is an exhilirating and sensual experience...so much to be discovered in such a modest medium. i enjoyed this |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
muted, I've had a tad experience with it,but my creations weren't much! Once I processed it from our creek; that in itself is an experience! I'm much better at finding it than working it! Enjoyed your response. sadie |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"hands to shape, goosh, squeeze into any form we choose decisions for the making" Wonderful write. JL Potter’s Hand “But now O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay and thou our potter; and we are all the work of thy hand.” ~Isaiah 64:8 She said: ”You look cute in the dark.” |
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Endlessecho Member
since 2003-09-05
Posts 398I live within myself |
Oh! I so want to try this. Wonderful images. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Nice one, Sadie! Evoked images of sliding down the creek bank. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
enjoyed this! |
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RobertB Senior Member
since 1999-09-26
Posts 1104Champaign, IL |
I could see the images in this....like I was there with you. |
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NewEnglandlazurlu Member Rara Avis
since 2002-01-04
Posts 7470A Mountain Paradise |
Very, very descriptive and I enjoyed this. I have never worked with clay but your poem makes it sound intriguing. Hugs, Marti If you truly love Nature, you will find |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The clay of my youth was not the master's clay and it is an art form yet tried by these hands... but I certainly appreciated the goosh of this. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This brings back so many memories of a creek and a bunch of cousins... though I'm afraid our artistic endeavors weren't appreciated by the parents when their exhausted mud-kids dragged home... in fact... we were often thrown in water troughs or a nearby pond... just so they could sort us out? LOL Thank you for both the excellent poem and the memory trip. *S* |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Sadie, you have described this so vividly, that you plant the desire in the reader to work with clay. Whatever takes form through our hands grants great emotion. Love, Margherita |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
Thanks to everyone for taking this journey down to our creek. It is my favorite place on earth. |
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