I hold this clay
Lovingly in my hands
That I may mold it into another form.

Pinching, squeezing,
Chiseling you into what I seek.

A form of creation
Your state of blankness
Exhibits growing beauty to my eyes.

I constantly knead and re-knead you
Into any shape I momentarily desire.

Energy transfer miraculously happens.
You become you.
Magically infused with heart, mind, and soul.

I walk away from my creation.
Now is the time of your choices,
You now become the creator of you.

What will you project?

Deep DK ...

Another unique and thought provoking write

Really good write {{{DKW}}}

Rest Beautiful one,,,
In my thoughts I've carried you
This journey,, this molding
Pure Beauty
The essence so vivid
The canvas brillant
Project-ing clearly
I see,, I see

Thanks, ladies........Cup-a'Green Teaaaaa, anyone?

It's okay, Ms. T-Bear, sometimes, it's hard for me to look too (I do sooooo lUV that pic!)

Interesting ending hee different, I wonder how it would be if all the mingle poems came to life, what would they project?

Cool write,

Thanks fusion, hmmm, now I wonder too.

i think we might all be heading for an institution somewhere...

no worried DK only a dork would say that hahah...great write i enjoyed it

hmmm are you the creator? or did the creation just choose to breathe life through you?

Kowabunga dudette ... tasty wave to slide down

I like it!--Knead and re-knead--You know thats me diff.---

This is one of those writes that takes on several meanings for me.

Initially, it was written with artman48 in mind, but I used clay instead of paint, his modality de'creativity. Then I started thinking about some Native creation stories with the creator making man from clay, so it could apply spiritually or it could apply to raising children or obviously to this write. Plus, I got to play with the noun and verb, project.....

Kace, unless there's a padded cell, uh-uh, I don't wanna play, lol.

Yes I read this on multiple levels too including one you didn't mention ... like your own creative work ... at one point I had Sponge Bob Square Pants on my mind and that 'oh so fun' chocolate modeling clay


I still wonder though ... if we do the creating or if the creating is done through us ...

I am not always sure where a painting comes from ... I just figure they already exists somewhere and need a place to be birthed ... sometimes they choose me ... and that is cool!

Ahhhh yes - I like those writes that I'm just the mechanical means of manifestation. Call it channeling, call it being a conduit, a messenger, whatever - I find those aspects help make life awesome and wayyyy cool, proving I'm just a lil itty bitty pebble in a big ol symbiotic pond.

No matter what DKW you make me think, this one brought me to the deeper side of you. I like that....*snap snap snap*

Thanks, ME, but artgurl informed me on that Z-snap business, so I can handle that now if it's shorter for ya,

Oh and art, if it weren't for Marc, that modeling clay would have looked like giant turkey legs instead of sponge bob shoes. Thankfully, he has the persistence to see what's in my mind.

Well .... ummmm .... errrr ... sometimes a little intervention is required ...





....to save us from ourselves