No Bitter Wind: Clay

Wednesday, November 25, 1992

Clay

A touch, and you send me spinning
Faster - gravity draws your hands
Onto my form. I am molded by your
Love, and by your fire - raise me
to the next level: I am a vessel,
fill me full, and I am fulfilled.

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I have been writing poetry since I was about ten years old. Much like Miss Dickenson, I have been hoarding my works -- not out of malice or fear -- but simply because there seems to be few uses for poetry in our society.

Poetry, though, really transcends more prosaic work in the way that a single image can transcend a movie. A poem can be easy to remember, to quote or describe -- while expression of a larger prose piece may be difficult when re-creating the full energy of the original.

In the commentary, I will share my stories about the poems. Please feel free to include your own. I hope you find the reading of these poems as inspiring as I found the writing of them to be.

No Bitter Wind

Wednesday, November 25, 1992

Clay

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