Poetic Wheel

if only I could
dredge the waters
gather the words of clay
with my bare hands

take the vowels
take these syllables
raw & pliable
spin them
upon my poetic wheel

shape them
form them
cut the umbilical
from the base

into the fire
of the workshop
will my creation
rise a Phoenix

or merely
into the waters
fire to ashes
poems to clay





Words and image


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