While thoughts escape Like water evaporates There is enough moisture For my massaging palms, To grip the pink putty, And shape your perception.
If there is art in sculpting The very nature you see statues Staring back in awe of your philosophic tangents Wrapped upon the senses, as you can taste words And hear flavors, while seeing sound As I play maestro.
Does the soothing touch Pinching and pulling clay Release enough dopamine To unfurl those brows And turn a frown into a grin?
Can you feel the synapses fire like pistons Grafting new sensation Causing involuntary motion to feel like an ordinary choice? Does the gift I’ve given in the foresight of what was Now seems so prolific as I change it, Sculpting you, molding every secret From you, like god, malleable mud Into a fire kiln vase - And break you just the same as terra-cotta
BLT's Webster's Word of the Day Challenge. Webster's Word of the day 4/7/2025: Malleable Meaning: Something described as malleable is capable of being stretched or bent into different shapes, or capable of being easily changed or influenced.