Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Rookie (11/26/1971 / New York)

Blown Glass - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

blown glass

created from fire
born in heat from pieces of earth
molded by blocks
spinning in embers
I glow
I radiate
waiting for the breath of life
expanding orange
swirling red
I need more
I desire more
I want more
fill me till I am stretched thin
but hardened by that which surrounds me.
colors swirl, cooling
muted by life
by time.
Patience my love
it will become clear.
cast aside to temper
I am fragile
touch me
I mold to you
press me tightly
I shatter.
returned from whence I came.

Comments about Blown Glass by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

  • (10/1/2005 12:57:00 PM)

    Excellent........ Rick (Report) Reply

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  • (8/10/2005 11:48:00 AM)

    t. h. ashbury,

    thank you for your comment....

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  • (8/8/2005 9:05:00 PM)

    there is a power in creation here that is perfect. salut. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 8, 2005

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