From the collection The Immediate and No Sooner, published in 2021.
Ice blue day
Clouds in white towers
The wind a hammer the air
in shards. My hands ache.
I make sure to take
the seat at
I know you want just because
it so annoys you
Shape the clay
circles and spirals
or ears. Smooth
their curves with your fingers. Hear
the voice of the clay.
4 thoughts on “Shadorma 270, 271, 272”
I love that idea in the final poem of letting the materials lead the way in the creative process.
Thank you. Because you know, the older I get, the more I think the paint or crayons or pen are leading me, I’m just going along with what they want to do! I say that somewhat facetiously but…I do really think it, too.
#272 spoke to me as a ceramicist!
Thank you, yes, me too, this is my experience of how I feel doing my clay work. I love the way clay feels in my hands.
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