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Measuring Cup

I measure my wealth
looking at my grains of sand
wondering if the clay
that surrounds it
will keep it together.
I measure the water
a drip, a drip...
should I drop the bucket?...
with a list that I should do?
Swiftly moving to the hands 
of someone molding me
slapping, beating, caressing, shaping
all to a rhythm I can't catch
 moving to drums
conscious of the sun
drying my dripped water.
My molder releases me
I prey on the mercy of the heat
will the clay be too much?
will the sand be....cooperative?
I'm, placed with others...like me?!
Hmmm...I guess I'm composed....just right...
My brickmaker lays me....
I'm ok with that.

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Adell Foster

February 7, 2009 at 8:40 AM

This is a marvelously written piece, I've enjoyed the reflective personifcation of the read. Reminds me of the potter molding the clay into something grand. I thank you for sharing the read and for your comments on"Formations" God's Love and Many Blessings, Always, Adell

Sue Mason

February 1, 2009 at 2:48 PM

Very profound spiritual write here, Karena or perhaps a reflection of a child building sand castles ... smile ... the choices are ours: the readers ... more smiles ... what a wonderful write you've done!! I really enjoy it and hope to see more from you soon!

Roje Brown

January 31, 2009 at 8:41 PM

this is some deep stuff it means alot to me mate keep doing your thing...and also thanks for the warm jamrock welcome

January 31, 2009 at 7:35 PM

Much to think about here. The imagery conveys your thoughts in a creative way. Keep up the good writing. Thank you for sharing your talent with us. Karen

Keith Bickerstaffe

January 28, 2009 at 6:27 AM

So well expressed and constructed... the creation of anything is a blessed event. BRAVO Karena! Best wishes, Keith

Maryam Jameela Haniff

January 19, 2009 at 1:46 PM

wow, nice write! enjoyed this piece a lot.....*Maryam*

Lucinda Bulger

January 18, 2009 at 2:18 PM

Nice work here, so much said... I enjoyed the read.

Christopher Higgins

January 18, 2009 at 10:31 AM

This is a very strong piece of poetry. So many layers to this awesome write. Thoroughly enjoyed the read.

Michelle Mac Donald

January 18, 2009 at 9:45 AM

Good day to you, Karena! This is a wonderful verse...the imagery and symbolism ties it into a neat package. The "sun" has been doing it's own share in helping to dry this clay.:) When it comes to "wealth", I think you are vastly rich! Wishing you the best, Karena, God bless you and yours! Love, Mikki (thank you for your comment, and thanks for the "LOL":))