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,
create/destroy/create:
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
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Mosaic Art
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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2 comments:
It is sublime, isn't it?
Great metaphor!
Good use of the words and good imagery. I like this one.
-Nicole
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