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National Poem Day in Cambodia today...post yours here...
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<blockquote data-quote="u235" data-source="post: 362369" data-attributes="member: 1485"><p>Rodney - that piece of brilliance looks suspiciously original - is it yours?</p><p></p><p><strong>Exhibition</strong></p><p></p><p>Although set as in stone,</p><p>Sere and rigid as the gaze of any old god </p><p>Sunk into the sandy sea floor,</p><p>Her head is a softer thing.</p><p></p><p>The potter's fingers that knead a curve of clay</p><p>Or carve a sliver from line of ear and mouth</p><p>Seperate warm skin and smooth flesh</p><p>And membrane, glistening wetly in the neon studio light.</p><p></p><p>What a furnace it must be </p><p>That fires wetness</p><p>And bakes the acrid charcoal smell</p><p>That lingers in your clay hair.</p><p></p><p>You stand the woman to one side.</p><p>She is a smaller, paler thing</p><p>Whose bright delight of blood and bone</p><p>Those clever potter's fingers stole.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="u235, post: 362369, member: 1485"] Rodney - that piece of brilliance looks suspiciously original - is it yours? [b]Exhibition[/b] Although set as in stone, Sere and rigid as the gaze of any old god Sunk into the sandy sea floor, Her head is a softer thing. The potter's fingers that knead a curve of clay Or carve a sliver from line of ear and mouth Seperate warm skin and smooth flesh And membrane, glistening wetly in the neon studio light. What a furnace it must be That fires wetness And bakes the acrid charcoal smell That lingers in your clay hair. You stand the woman to one side. She is a smaller, paler thing Whose bright delight of blood and bone Those clever potter's fingers stole. [/QUOTE]
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