POEM STARTER
Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.
the power in sculpting
sculpting.
a talent I've never possessed,
but something I'd love
to try, something
I think I'd find
joy in,
but maybe not
for the actual art form.
I'm one to appreciate
the beauty of it,
but I don't think
that's where I'd
find my enjoyment.
I think I'd enjoy the power.
there's a certain control
that comes with sculpting.
you can mold the clay
to your will,
and no one can change
the outcome of the piece
but you,
and you alone.
everything
is the way
I want,
with the clay.
it'd be nice
to finally feel
in control.
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