Transfiguration
The inspiration for this poem was drawn from the process of the formation of pottery from clay.
Broken, sharp, Ashes scattered
When the sky meets the land... transfiguration takes place
Falling, drifting, and floating
Creation is writing it’s own story- In a single moment the beauty slips away
Complete, strong and detailed
The shape of the silhouette, made perfect by parallels - It’s beauty lies within the delicate curve
Cool, firm and calm
Spring’s breath suddenly soothes it’s weathered skin, the seal is broken as cool sunlight pierces the shadows.
A glimpse... at a window to a new life
Immersed, burnt and empty
A new experience, more than it can take.
Segregated from the world, surrounded by a glowing darkness... that shows no mercy
Soft, smooth and Ready
Seemingly compete, yet easily transformed.
Detailed to perfection, with the creators mark
Carved, sculpted and designed
Delicate edges, a shape made new.
Stripped back raw... revealing unseen beauty
Malleable, designed...transformed
Something abstract... yet intentional
A blur... it’s pace forming a foundation
Raw, formless... chosen
When skin meets land transfiguration takes place
By the Creator