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