as you played
in clay
around
around
your gifted gentle hands
coaxed
a shape
into
being
pushing back
your clay painted hair
unawareyou
molded
coaxed
the clay into form
caring not
that you were clay too
I watched
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
in love
with your hands
your gift
your creation
For celebrating creativity at dVerse~Poets Pub with open link
15 comments:
it is beautiful to watch an artist at play in their passion...regardless the medium...smiles. nice rendering gail.
When a person is committed to the moment, it is truly awesome indeed.
I really read the Pygmalion myth described.. The POV from the clay is excellent
Gail, I admire concrete poetry a lot and it made a great impact on me, when I was beginning to write - here you fuse it with lyrically too, as you paint your picture - very impressive... With Best Wishes scott www.scotthastie.com
beautiful and i can see the hands on the clay.
This is beautiful. Working with clay at the moment I can totally relate. Some people make magic with their hands.
This is exactly what you feel when you watch or work the clay. I can see and feel this poem. Lovely job.
Beautiful piece Gail . . .
I admire the artist at work, specially when shaping and molding clay ~ Those are really strong and beautiful hands~
Potters and glass blowers...fascinating to watch.
It's the form and shape that caught my attention in this poem!
really nice.
Everything about your poem is perfect--layout, diction, joy, and spread of the clay from actual to symbolic. Love it.
The symbolism of this poem is beautifully crafted in both form and metaphor. Great poem Gail!
Very innovative way of presentation, Gail! One feels the movements all along!
Hank
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