Friday, September 22, 2006

my heart is clay

my heart is

spilling in a thick river
out of the earth

not the harsh flicker
of gold

but the soft burnish
of knees

the liquid sheen
of lips

the muscle of
this heavy orb

swinging and twinkling
across heaven


Blogger snowsparkle said...

hope you don't get tired of me telling you how much i love your poetry... the word images juxtaposed just so make me feel on fire sometimes.

Friday, September 22, 2006 at 1:03:00 PM EDT  
Blogger MB said...

I love clay.

Friday, September 22, 2006 at 6:11:00 PM EDT  
Blogger firebird said...

I love clay, too, mb --I used to be a potter long ago (an addictive pursuit!)

snowsparkle, do people EVER get tired of those magic words? Maybe tired of saying them, but NEVER of hearing them!

Saturday, September 23, 2006 at 10:09:00 PM EDT  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

firebird, i sometimes feel like i need to be as creative in my praise as you are in your poetry or it won't be worthy enough. so now that i know you appreciate praise in whatever form it takes, i'll allow myself to just say the first thing that comes to mind... which is often: "wow!" or "love it!".

Monday, September 25, 2006 at 3:07:00 PM EDT  
Blogger MB said...

I used to work in clay, too. Some day maybe I'll get back to it.

Monday, September 25, 2006 at 3:36:00 PM EDT  

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