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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