Seal
I break open the clay
Handling its core
Like an unborn child
I move with hands
Denying life
Recreating
gods great moment
A handful of dust
Denied by touch
I remember childhood
A frozen sentiment
Within infants remains
Bodies detaching
Umbilical’s obliterated
Till silence and a savage cry
Sometimes we hesitate
With innocent clay
Indifferent but malleable
Soon the clay will leave
And become a harder man
But for now he lingers
Longing for touch
Hi there how are you? I was looking through your blog and found it interesting and wanted to leave you a comment.
ReplyDeleteI have an invitation for you to come and visit my art blog here in San Diego Southern California. I started this blog in an attempt at finding a creative way to find new friends, and explore my artistic skills through bloging. I have since found many new friends from an international audience. I hope you will stop by and enjoy the various labels and music videos I design for my art blog.
I hope to see you soon :)