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In the Heart of Slumber
by Uriel TovarI let you leave
I let you live a little
Because you were still fresh behind the clay
breaking around the dry parts but
not quite solid.
I didn't want to mold you
I didn't want to weigh you down
under the palm of my hand
or press too deep into you with my shoe--
So i poured it deep into you
Watching the water wash you through my hand
Catching you in my fingernails.
I let you harden on your own
I let you run out into the drain
but you were always hardened
on my hands. 11/20/2006 Author's Note: someone special
Posted on 11/20/2006
Copyright © 2025 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/21/06 at 03:36 AM What I see here is a beautiful expression of love by granting someone freedom. It's like a statue and a sculptor. The artist must allow the sculpture to be imperfect before he can lovingly create it into perfection. Would love to see this as POTD and voting for it. ;-)
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Curt Allday on 11/22/06 at 09:13 AM hey, this is a great piece! it was very fluid, like moving through the breeze- the potter and the clay worked really well
very visual, excellent man |
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