Shawn L. Bird

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poem-sculpting August 10, 2015

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:45 am
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I’m sculpting an image of you

molding and twisting clay into your likeness.

You emerge from mud as a miniature relief

and I sigh that I remember your face at all.

I’m sculpting you, creating who I wish you were

You emerge determined to be yourself,

no matter my intentions.

In the end, clay is inadequate for both of us.

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10 Responses to “poem-sculpting”

  1. TrewwGriTT61 Says:

    Reblogged this on sandylweston and commented:
    This poem explains why “only GOD can make a tree!” And only God has the right clay for people-shaping! LOVE the poem!

  2. Reblogged this on interalleyah and commented:
    Still adjusting to the poignance and harsh reality this one carries, ever so lightly.

  3. jburns58 Says:

    One’s self is one’s self, you can change the outside but the heart remains the same!

  4. No matter how hard one tries, one cannot mold another.

  5. Oliana Says:

    Lovely. Conjures lots if thoughts. Mostly reminds me hue I cannot draw or sculpt but writing can often create a pretty good image:)


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