Final Edit: Argil

[alonso ramoran]

Argil 
 
Days of yesteryear are gray,  
damp and plastic in our fingers, 
molding light and color; sounds 
are fixed with slip or carved away, 
or ticking hands will sculpt for us. 

Edit 7: Argil 

Memories, damp and gray, 
are plastic in our fingers, shaping
light and color; sounds are fixed 
with slip or carved away, or
an abstract artist sculpts for us. 


Edit 6: Argil

Memories are damp and gray 
and plastic in our fingers shaping 
light and color; sounds are fixed 
with slip or carved away, or
an abstract artist sculpts for us. 


Edit 5: Argil 
 
Memories turned damp and gray 
and plastic in our fingers shaping 
light and color; sounds are fixed 
with slip or carved away, all
when an abstract artist  
is not sculpting for us. 


Edit 4: Argil

Some-time-ago turned gray
and wet within our fingers shaping 
light and color; sounds are glued  
with slip or carved away, all  
when an abstract sculptor  
is not sculpting for us. 


Edit 3: Plasticity

Moments become damp and gray  
between fingers that begin to mold 
light and color; sounds are carved  
away or attached with slip 
when the shady sculptor  
isn't sculpting for me. 


Edit 2: Plasticity

A moment becomes damp and gray  
between my fingers, they begin 
to mold light and color; sounds  
are carved away or attached with slip, 
when a shady sculptor  
isn't sculpting for me. 


Edit 1: Plasticity 
 
A moment becomes damp and gray  
between my fingers. My hands begin 
to mold colors, and sounds are carved
or scored into and attached with slip
if it all fits a metaphor, or
a shady sculptor sculpts for me.


Original: Plasticity

A moment becomes damp and gray  
between my fingers. My hands begin 
to mold a bench's color, and words 
are sometimes carved or added if 
it all fits a metaphor, or a shady sculptor 
sculpts for me. 

Considered titles were: Plasticity, Clay, Greenware, How Gravity Warps Clay (which I feel just makes the piece more complicated than it needs to be)