Process of Creating Cold, lifeless clay Lies before me, stiff, Waiting to be molded into life. Aching fragments-- Ideas sifting thoughts, Discarding superfluous memories Like drifting, broken shells against the shore. The mirror doesn't lie. The clay is cold, shapeless, Yearning for the warmth of my hands As I long for the strength to greet each morning And face what life has become. Running my fingers over the smooth Lump of destiny, I welcome the pleasure To be had in the process of creating. Dena L Moore November 6, 2001 Process of Creating appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult |
Process of Creating Cold, lifeless clay Lies before me, stiff, Waiting to be molded into life. Aching fragments-- Ideas sifting thoughts, Discarding superfluous memories Like drifting, broken shells against the shore. The mirror doesn't lie. The clay is cold, shapeless, Yearning for the warmth of my hands As I long for the strength to greet each morning And face what life has become. Running my fingers over the smooth Lump of destiny, I welcome the pleasure To be had in the process of creating. Dena L Moore November 6, 2001 Process of Creating appears in my collection, Immortality Lives, and is currently available at Amazon.com, BN.com, Walmart.com, and most other online distributors. |
The front page poem changes every 2-3 weeks. All work on this website are original poems by Dena L. Moore and are copyrighted. If you would like to post any of my work on your site or in print, please contact me or my publisher for permission. The poetry on this site is only a very small sampling of my work. This page was last updated on July 6, 2003 Copyright February 2001 Dena's Poetry: Poetry of Love, Loss, and the Occult is Written, Designed, and Maintained by Dena L. Moore |
