"Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn." ~Thomas Gray
"Poetry unites." ~Anon
"Truth is such a rare thing, it is delightful to tell it." ~Emily Dickinson
Written by Annette C. Boehm
She currently lives in Germany
Her blog: Annette C. Boehm
Piece of Clay
here, in my palm, size of a plum
still warm - it came off moments ago
and if it had breath it would be mine
but it has none, and it's still mine
as a kid i heard the story
young jesus took a clay bird in his palm
let it go and it flew away
i am not jesus, i know
and the clay is going cold and grey
becoming a stranger first
then a thing
a bruise i bury under the petal snow
Originally published on writer's personal blog.
Posted with consent of the writer.
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