" Talking Clay" A Poetic Thought on Creation
The Morning's Awakening
The Noon's Cherished Gaiety
Becomes the Nights Hidden Secrets.....
Such is the Journey of the Seasons.
Oh...And Then came a Baby's Cry
And a Child's Laughter
Formed by a Woman's Beauty
Who was Loved by a Man's Strength.
In the Garden.....Two Lover's Joy
And Then Our Life is Spent.....
Such is the Talking Clay...
And Such is the Gift of Being made Alive
Formed by the Breath of God that Day!
@1996 Gregory Booker
This is a poem that attempts to capture the creative process of nature and the element of the clay in the ground from which sprouted forth a living being of free will. My poetic objective or desire was to cover as much "vastness" possible with the fewest of words.