ClayA Poem by Cindy
How are we molded
or are we molded at all? Maybe we're free forms which stem from clay molecules that go awry for all the life that is to be. We conceptualize the integrity and solace of hope, love and pain. Ravaged by wear, we become the form that is the purpose of existence. The crevices are intertwined and ever-present and ever-changing to the tune of the truth. Harmony entangles and loosens our beauty. © 2014 Cindy |
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Added on August 13, 2014 Last Updated on August 13, 2014 Tags: poetry, experimental poetry, free verse, spiritual |