Open Poetry #37 |
The Art of P. Mache |
miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Paper Mache The hands, slicking with paste, sandwich the wrap, The words are torn from paper They never are to be peaced right back, Rather, transformed by the creator. A mountain to cross or a tortoise shell, A volcano, a wishing well, Slippery words the potters paste To sense, create, and gel. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
So good, Ms. C! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Sort of like my day today...being Art Teacher M |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
Delightful! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Cathy...when I was a teacher of young children, my favorite thing was paper Mache! It's like giving birth with your hands...almost like clay, but easier. Loved your poem! |
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GG Member Elite
since 2002-12-03
Posts 3532Lost in thought |
I love paper mache! This poem makes me want to start up an art project or go help with crafttime at daycamp again. Miss reading you! Wish I could make it to the library more often and have more time here when I do. You take care of yourself. Always, Alyssa Hupomeno. |
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