SearchingA Poem by Screaming SoulSEARCHING It’s all about the turn. Holding it in the groove. The balance and the dance Of motion and mass. The timber basin twisted By the spin of the lathe. It’s all about the rotation Of the clay on the wheel That fashions the vessel By the hold and release. It’s all about the gyration Of the dancer and her partner That makes the wave. There is nothing without the spin Of Vinyl under the needle Creating the sounds of the tune. The evolution by turning and shaping Is the search for the creator’s design. The raw becomes refined While the still becomes stagnate. Thank God I’m searching for my maker’s heart. I want to be turning around the turmoil To be shaped and molded Not by force but by the balance and the dance. 2012 © 2012 Screaming Soul |
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Added on September 12, 2012 Last Updated on September 12, 2012 AuthorScreaming SoulAboutI am a novice writer, compelled into this expression because I am finding truths which cannot be told any other way. more..Writing
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