POEM STARTER

Write a poem centred around a sculptor and their clay.

Control

when there is

no control left

in this world

i’ll turn to my

craft

where i am

in control

of every aspect

of this art

from how much to use

and what to make

it’s all

up to me

so when there

is nothing left to

control, i’ll live in

each piece

peacefully

and the need

to control

will no longer

be

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