Clay Shadows

Stuck under an avalanche 

of pristine calculations

your universe of denial

crashing upon my head

truth is still valid

even when buried deep 

in primordial rubbish,

you molded it,

          like malleable virgin clay

huge agile hands, lithe figure

            left out to dry

cracks emerged from the facade

still your imprint was left behind

dirty little secrets 

        hidden in the darkest night

                still cast a shadow

              

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

I hope the healing follows, as prison of the past is penned. Now to release that which holds the facade of power, and let go of the bag of darts. Well done emotionally revealing work. Thank you for opening the door and letting the light wash away yesteryear's residue.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Valormore, I like 'bag of darts'....glad you enjoyed.

[s y e]

Everything we do makes us who we are, makes us that unique person we all want to be. we can choose to be a caterpillar or a beautiful butterfly...... secrets can make or break us though. We may think it's just a little secret and sometimes that may be the case but other times it can break us and our relationship with others.

Not sure if I'm on the right track with this, if not, blame the hospital medication. Lol.

[MsJewel]

A powerful and thought provoking poem

dirty little secrets
hidden in the darkest night
still cast a shadow - my favorite lines and quite a powerful ending.

Great writing my friend which I have come to expect from you.
:) Julie

[B-poet]

You've conveyed the overall theme for this piece in a profound & unique way. Great Frieda. A splendid write & read. :)

[Rita L. Sev]

dirty little secrets
hidden in the darkest night
still cast a shadow

Some acts are so evil, they cannot ever be fully obscured. The cracks in the clay, though - that's how the light gets through... Well and strongly penned, Frieda.

[ANTO]

Most secrets will eek out - eventually - for all to see. My parents used to make us swear on Saint Anthony that we were telling the truth.
Dear St Anthony forgive me ;)

A powerful vein flows through this one Frieda.
X

[Jack...]

We can allow others to mold us if we choose or we can take charge of the kiln and become what we want. Everything it seems, shapes us, manipulates us, spins us on that potters wheel...it is our choice to come out a beautiful vase or a flatten lump of clay. Indeed secrets, hidden or otherwise can change the shape of how we feel...but once again, only if we let them. Very cool my sweet friend.

[Travis Gibson (poetic h..]

Well done, Frieda... your pen has been on a roll! Touching on every avenue of the human consciousness with flair and talent.

[Pryde Foltz]

It is so hard not to let the misdeeds of others shape our self and sabotage our future. Clay is made harder by fire but hidden hurts within can see it busted. Passionate write.

[Frieda P]

Good thing I'm a fire sign...thanks Pryde, your thoughts are muchly appreciated.

[Pryde Foltz]

Leo? Aries?

[Frieda P]

Leo...Aug 1, you too?

[Pryde Foltz]

Yep but the 6th. Had a feeling.

[Frieda P]

Something else we have in common aside from being insane haha

[Pryde Foltz]

HAHAHAHAHA

[Boranus]

good imagery and poignant, especially the avalanche, poke through snow like an erection Yeti.

[Frieda P]

Jazzed by your review, an 'erection Yeti' that's a first for me...thank you.