Thursday, May 14, 2009

Mosaic Art

We slither under the jetty
to gather granular sediments
(clay, not fish excreta).

Behind the steel posts of the guard-fence
in the scorching heat of the kiln
and under the force of our will—
pots take shape.

Unfinished. We carve and glaze
and shatter! Mosaic art,
sublime cycle of urges.

mosaic; wilful; fence; post; jetty; granular; sublime; scorching; excrete; guard; carve; sediment; slither; glaze; finish

words courtesy of Read Write Poem
Collection available! Knocking from Inside


Linda Jacobs said...

It is sublime, isn't it?

Great metaphor!

Raven's Wing Poetry said...

Good use of the words and good imagery. I like this one.