POEM STARTER

Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.

Perfect Piece

Creation made from the dirt

Embodies who I want to be

I can forget all the imperfections

I can leave out all infections


Flawless skin or a chiseled jaw

Forget the things that make me

Add the strength I could never wield

So I can see who I’m meant to be


A perfect man whose missing a piece

He has no worries, no struggle, no stress

He has no story or goals of who to be

He has it all, why is that not appealing?


Does beauty lie in our imperfections

Does beauty lie in our infections

This clay shows that I’m hateful

Against creation, I’m grateful

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