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.