I am forged in a ceramic kiln, and the sweltering heat embrittles me. their withering stares set the kiln ablaze, expecting me to stay rigid and brittle. I attempted to constrict and be good, but the fire slowly cracked me. the heat still scorches my pieces, but each piece inches closer to the outskirts of the kiln so I can find the sticky glue and put myself back together.
Escapril Day 20! Prompt: trying to be good. I had a few ideas for this poem, but I wanted to use one major theme. I hope you enjoy this one! I loved writing it.
Long distance gazing exercises the imagination filling the mind with out-of-reach thoughts and within-our-grasp possibilities. You need to pace yourself however. Over-stretching can cause you to topple into sorrow.
Short distance grinning close up gawping is bred from appreciation for the unexpected and creates opportunity for shared mirth and reflected smiles. Over-stretching causes face ache and further laughter.
Apparently Jenny Diski (writer) included 'middle distance staring' as one of her pastimes.
let's play a game you and i stare in silence while locking eyes
nervous and quite shy turned into big smiles then quiet laughter still looking intently all the while
every second passing and strings started to exist attaching and latching knots tying in twists
electricity started flowing unseen but a rushing feel back and forth a connection -- is this becoming real?
in that short time i started to imagine me leaning in to kiss you and I almost let it happen
three hundred seconds is up and i tried to explain but i couldn't tell you everything that was going on in my brain
so i told you i feel closer to you without saying anything more didn't want you to know it was you i was longing for.
i saw a video about people staring in silence for five minutes and we decided to try it and it was funny at first we couldn't stop smiling and quietly laughing then as time passed, our reactions were changing and we got more serious, i started to feel more than what i'm seeing in front of me. i was taking deep slow calm breaths and started to feel a true connection with you and in the end when we could finally share our experiences from it, you told me yours and i didn't tell you what was going on with me fully, didn't tell you my urge to kiss you, didn't tell you the feelings that were growing because after all, we're just friends trying a game right?