A Riposte to Envy – Get Dirty

After a dinner conversation about a cultural cynicism and envy, I got inspired to write a series of short poems about getting dirty in a very fundamental way. These are a mud spa for the mind.

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Mud oozes
between my toes
lusciously

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I stroke the clay
into a column
a satisfying squelch
as it rises
rounded
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Up to my elbows
in silky porcelain mud
slipping and slapping

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Up to her neck
in steaming cleansing mud
it found every crevice

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Red clay fingerprints
trace the hidden bones
her ribcage flutters

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Porcelain snail trails
smoothing ribbed belly curves
a tweak for a spout

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Potter’s wheel
tactile
sweet
scent of clay
grounded
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