Creation

[vale solstice]

Puddles transcended into blocks of clay,
formed into pottery with its reflection beneath you.
A facade hangs from the creator it bestows upon,
while the anaconda shifts,
swallowing the pottery whole.

Calluses on the hand as tough as turtle shells,
mapped out from the jungles of an artisans creations.
In the belly of the snake,
every object shifts and turns,
with each man that dies,
the machine waltzes some more.

A cassette player harmonizes with each new disc,
but once the tune dries as hardy as clay,
the machine combusts to nails on a chalkboard.
There is a lesson that may never be learned,
no matter how much blood may stain the wall.

Feed the snake and it will grow to empire states,
capsizing battleships and cementing tanks,
the machine just cranks.
Feed the snake and it will grow to a puddle of ocean,
chasing its creator to the depths of oblivion,
turned to the flames of obsidian.

oh,
my very creation.

[ancient ravine]

What’s this poem about? Not sure if I understand it, but I’m also very dumb lol

[vale solstice]

|| how people live with facades, the reflection they see in a puddle, the pottary that changes shape. They live by their own creation, and they keep switching not being themselves. They are the artisan, and when their facade dosnt work they keep switching their personalities. 'tunes dries as hardy as clay' is used as they have been faking for so long that they are stuck in their old ways as times passes by. Snake is symbolized by the obsession's with it, while the machine is the whats making the pottery. ||

[ancient ravine]

Ah ok

[vale solstice]

You could see it in other ways though thats not the only meaning I had in mind

[keen berry]

Fantastic! I loved the imagery, and your use of words is very nice to read as well. Such a deep meaning for such a metaphor

[vale solstice]

Thank you, sometimes I feel like my imagery and poetry is a little too dark in general though

Should probably do some more happier pieces

[keen berry]

I hear that! I feel that sometimes it's nice to alleviate the heaviness of certain emotions when we put words to them. I do hear you though about writing from a happier place.. I do find those peices can be more challenging to channel and harness haha

[vale solstice]

For sure, especially metaphorically incorporating happier pieces. I find myself only using imagery for them

[forest finch]

This is a beautiful poem, the imagery is lovely. I really liked the repetition of certain images- the snake, the puddle, the machine, the clay the pottery brings a really unanimous feel, ties it all together. This is a stupid bit of feedback but I think you may have misspelled disc, I'm pretty sure it's with a 'c' and not a 'k'. I really enjoyed reading this poem 🙂