Final Edit: Argil

[nibbed]

Hi nibbed,

Thank you for your comments. You're pretty spot on with you're interpretation, but I'd like to hear what you mean about "a fall". I think I fixed the lines you commented on in my second edit.

Best, Alex

Hi Alex
it was the "attached with a slip" slip made me think of fall, as in slip & fall
but I remember now, slip. I'd forgotten. It's what happens to the clay
when you dip your hands in water to make it creamy, so you can attach
a handle or just to make the clay easier to move. I'm sorry, I'd forgotten.
It's been many years. Funny how a poem can make you thankful, to tears.
I need to look at your 2nd edit:



Plasticity                                                          The title doesn't seem right

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.


I'm not sure how true it is, but it is a finer,
more easily understood poem now.


-nibbed