When I create,
I like restrictions.
Magnetic poetry flows
because I choose the words.
Here, I am blank,
pulling from within.
*
I am not empty;
I shape from what’s left.
I like facts that
push against me.
A story I mold
with the clay in my hands.
Lovely!
Beautiful poetry!
This was excellent! 🙂
Nice poem, especially the ending “A story I mold/ with the clay in my hands”.