molding clay

Authors note :I wasn't sure whether i should leave in the final paragraph. so try reading it without, and then with, and see which you think is better- drop me a comment bellow. enjoy!

molding clay

it is thrown down.
light brown,an un-touched mass.
then pinched,
then prodded,
then cut,
then molded.
formed a shape
through whispers it grew,
eyes to see,
hands to do.
through images, and space to breathe
it moved alone,for others to see
and then again
creator came
and poked and prodded anew.
it ripped and tore
not trying to hurt,yet stil breaking into.
the winds they blew,
the seas they roared,
      the mass held its own.


but through the mold,and shaping done,
all it wanted was its thoughts left alone.

A shape to choose,a path to weave.
footprints in the sand to leave.
a life to live,
some love to give,
become puppet without string.
as always,
as planned.


the mass yelled to creator,
yelled in confused agony.
to know just what to do.
"don't try to control me
 don't tell me what to do.
'cos the more you keep on trying,
the more i'm hating you."

alone the mass struck out
defying those openly seeking to control,
but could never quite remember
What inspired it for this role.

the subtle softer winds,
shaped stronger than the gales.
but those harsh forces of nature,
made a resolve to never fail.

the morning breeze that passes
each changing shaping day
created me a person
that once was molding clay

Esme
Aug 28th 2011


References
this poem draws inspiration from  the poem "foot prints in the sand" by Mary Stevenson, 1936,Margaret Fishback Powers, 1964 and Carolyn Carty, 1963
and panic at the discos song " memories" line

eddited for spelling and structure june 30th 2013

aphrodities temple

the world is falling and crumbling arround me
 my once pillar i drew too close then threw away
nolonger holds the roof and holds my heart safe
i am raw, and thus i crumple to die beneath the ruins

Curves

watching the curves that follow true
I sit and stare and look right through
one image stands, another seen
one thought is placed, one made on screen

I paint a landscape but not as it's shown
I draw not what I see, yet sketch what I know
each millimeter is committed to mind
new turns and edges yet for me to find

exploring new lands,new roads I must speak
racing forward for what i charge to seek
the boarder of spaces, the space between thought
the land upon legends, this love I have caught



Esme
Tue 23rd August 2011

and afterthought /
posible extra line:

with the old one left behind

Best Friends forever?

did you give up on me?
should i give up on you?
what thing tore us asunder?
what creature rent us in-two?

the friends that we once shared
pasts times,arguments repaired
did you stop calling me?
did i stop calling you?

new relationships that formed
moved each form each minds eye
who was it that stopped?
who that no-longer tried?

in  minds memory shall be
the you ,the us,the we
untill again to look for me
or i yearn for the "we"



29/07/11 (para 1)
18th Aug 2011 (para 2-4)
Esme

Times passing moments/Sands of time

I'm not affraid of tomorrow,
'cos tomorrow never comes,
I'm not afraid of yesterday,
Yesterday's been and gone,
Today doesnt scare me either,
'cos its slowly drifting away
And whilst this moment scares me,
It's here I want to stay

Esme -  Tue 16th August 2011

Dream World

It's back to life, back to reality,
and if I'm honest i enjoyed my taste of fantasy

Esme 27th may 2011