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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