Push me
Pull me
Roll me
Mold me
Bend me to your will
Smack me into shape
Transfer your thoughts to me
Every inch of my design
Is yours to dictate
Rock me
Mock me
Poke me
Drop me
Pinch pot
Or coil
Design me how you please
Put me in the oven
At five thousand degrees
From the smoke and ashes
Flames and dirt
You pull me from the kiln
I wish I could say
It didn't even hurt
Paint me
Make me
Design me
Fake me
You've forgotten that I
Have a mind of my own
Developed a crack in the kiln
Something you couldn't for sure say
You must've forgotten
You were working with clay
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365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
