The Clay

by May Lee   Feb 28, 2006


Like birds in the air
or fish in the sea
we're endlessly searching
for where we should be

carelessly, constantly
chipping away
at our ownselves
like mounds of clay

In search for ourselves
theres no time to reflect
on what we've created
the clay we neglect

to see where we started
and then at the now
we question ourselves
at just what we allowed

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  • 14 years ago

    by Jack Nightengale

    Your poem is very deep, it gets to the point and I don't mean a Ball point pen. lol that was probably lame. anyways It was very Beautiful! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by MissAlotta

    Thanks for the comment, loved this poem, it had a beautiful flow and choice of words. Keep Writing :)

    ~Christina

  • 18 years ago

    by Azure :)

    I just wana say thank you for your comment it ment alot and i love your poem it is really different, you are talented and god bless * xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Jaime

    A great comparison, very thoughtful. I also thought the third stanza was the best, amazing job. I look forward to seeing more work from you.
    ~Jaime

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    The imagery you evoke in this is beautiful.

    In search for ourselves
    theres no time to reflect
    on what we've created
    the clay we neglect

    that sums up what most of us do with life really well.

    welcome to the club, May! and thanks for your comments on my work.
    look forward to see more of yours.

    good luck and peace
    shobhana

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