Random Thoughts Indexed

ideation/realization

The artist's fingers
coax the clay
mold it as the seasons carve a mountain
with patience

Slowly
the obelisk becomes apparent
her fingers
tell her eyes
and in a magical transformation
role reversal brings new shadows
into which she inquires
and draws forth
the frozen tree

The idea within is
unfinished;
reminding her
that the tree is dead without leaves
and unloved without moss

The idea without is
enhanced towards identity
by her brush and glaze

The idea within forms a crystal
to be viewed from scintillating dimensions

The idea without conforms
sharing reality's personality with her dream

And last, she snags the instant
she cures the clay
makes less temporary the glaze
the fire that burns her free
the fire that freezes the frame

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