sometimes a thought
travels as a wish
and brings a smile
'neath clouds of clay;
and a wishful moment
shared in time we give
as touching, creates by gesture
memory we might hold,
a caress, as eager hands to canvas
leaving bold colors and gentle promises.
Author notes
just because
In a list
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
900 points, ended December 14, 2007, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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A wonderful thing about clay is that we can mold it to get the shape we wish.
Thoughts that bring us a smile, are thoughts we must hold on to as long as we can.
Tender poem with a great feeling
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perfect
congratulations on the bronze
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wow PK..your words are amazing..I loved every part of this poem..you are wonderful poet..keep up this fantastic work..
Amarige
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I liked the idea of "clay days"... almost like going back to the roots, to those memories that are part of us and in whose soil we grow... it's all around us. A lovely piece of writing - soft and gentle and filled with colour and shape.
~ Nicolette
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this is a very nice thing to read seeing my dark mood
i especially love these lines....
""a caress, as eager hands to canvas
leaving bold colors and gentle promises."
best of luck in the contest. be well and be blessed
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"a caress, as eager hands to canvas
leaving bold colors and gentle promises."
Ahhh...Such a delicately~woven & softly artistic interpretation, for sure. Good luck in the contest, Poet. Wanda
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Oh, most beautiful!
There is a light-hearted feel to this piece; a soft serene quality that just makes this so beautiful
I wish you the best of luck in this contest!
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