Shaping of Clay

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics:
The Art of Being Human  (posted by Kim)

"Write a metaphor poem that starts with the words, 
'this being human is  . . .'"

This being human is 
the consistency of clay.  
In soft state it is malleable,
changeable.  Choose what traits
and shapes suit you.  When left
on a shelf, it hardens, sets.
That is the finality of who
your are and how you will stay.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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9 Responses to Shaping of Clay

  1. Zelda Rene says:

    Wowza, this is good. It made me think about the ways in which I had hardened and set “to stay”…and yet, in this silver season of my life, it appears I’m making some positive changes finally, thank goodness 🙂

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  2. kim881 says:

    I love your metaphor poem, Sara, smoothly formed like clay, and the internal rhyme of ‘malleable/ changeable’ reinforces it. not sure I’d want to be left on a shelf, though. 😊


  3. Sherry Marr says:

    Yes, must keep moving. Quite literally, at my age, or my knees seize up. Smiles.

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  4. I like this. It’s very much about our choices. I like that lack of fatalism. Your poem feels empowering.


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