In my hands a lump of clay
In my mind words to say
Discarding, shaping, molding
Both statue and poem unfolding
Pealing back what's underneath
Until you reach your core belief
Out of something common you create
Reality with symbols you penetrate
One softens the fingers the other the soul
Making something of nothing is the goal
As the clay sooths the hands
Words sooth the heart's demands
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: September 5th, 2022 06:53
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard
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Comments2
This is just beautiful. Whatever the medium, the inspiration comes in all forms. I love reading it aloud, wonderfully expressed in lilting rhyme. Well penned dear poet. Such a fav.
Thank you so much Bella I appreciate your comments
Lovely, sweet and flows like a river
Thank you so much for your generous remarks
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