One Clay Sun Poem by James McLain
One Clay Sun
Clay hands spin in and out
the edges of the running day.
Fingers smooth the blooming
clouds thick soft cotton base.
Hands pump the petal up and
down as faces run in and out
of the early mornings yellow sun.
Nice descriptive poem , in which we can discover the meaning of colors and texture, where the matter and the light are viewed overall.....10+++
This poem is awesome. It says so much in few lines, and I love the allegory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 2:37:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
simply brilliant, i love this style where reader has complete freedom upon an explanation 10+...