The Artist

I feel the clay in my hands

I feel the brush  in my palm

The earth is still where I stand

The wind has become calm


I dare not breathe

I dare not speak

I let my hands see

I let my fingers think


One quick cut

One quick motion

The door is shut

There is no commotion


I open my eyes in wonder

I open my heart to feel

My world is turn asunder

I have created something real

The Icognito Writer: Create. The first Daily Prompt in a long line of catch ups. Yay for exams /s.


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