Don't mind the between stanzas. I had to do that, or it would have all run together, and I didn't like that. Enjoy!
Playtime
(The Making, The Breaking)
We are the clay
In your fingers
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Pushing, pulling, spinning
Cut with clay maker's tools-
Slowly perfected
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God was first artist,
But first creation's dolls
Disobeyed,
Were sent away
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Later leaders …
Pushed, pulled, prodded
Until most were perfected imperfections
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Parents too
Shaped and molded-
Try and make-
The perfect child
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Sometimes results:
Clay figure ready for paint.
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Sometimes rejects:
Failure to be thrown away
Like the firsts
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Sometimes cracks,
On inside unseen…
Outside beautiful craftsmanship
Until a crack spreads
And we explode
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Pushed and pulled,
Spun and prodded,
Becoming us…
Through another's fingers.
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But even the most
Perfectly painted of all
Can break if dropped
Through careless fingers
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And oh! To see
Such perfect, pretty dolls
Played with and broken
By reckless adults
A/N: yay! Another poem! This one was graciously beta'd by Toboe Wolf. Go check out her story Slaves, it's fantastic (and finished!). giggles we made a rainbow! Anyways, this one was for Ender's Game, which I had to read for Honors English next year (it's summer break). I also have to do a paper on another book...so sad. I may have more of these, little 1 stanza things that didn't fit in this poem. I'll most 'em later, i hope. See ya!