The Shape I Have in Mind

Lately my poems 

hide in 

impenetrable 

marble blocks.

I wear out my eyes

and my hands

trying to force

a shape. 

I need a poem made of clay, 

that falls before me in a great lump,

and yields to gentle pressure

into the shape 

I have in mind

without waste

or dust

or blood.

© Laura Seale, 2018

American sculptor Doris Caesar in her studio
Photo from Wikimedia Commons