An attempt to make man

Reads: 156  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem is strange. I don't know how it came about.

Submitted: July 07, 2017

A A A | A A A

Submitted: July 07, 2017



Every day

I mixed the clay;

And bake it in the sun.

When that was done,

I shaped it like a man.

I attemted to make it come alive,

It stayed there lifeless;

And you only have to guess,

I've been there from 8 to 5.

''Wake up,'' I cried.

Still, I wasn't satisfied,

I shouted till my throat was sore;

And to tell you more,

I almost died.

There has to be another remedy,

I took the baked dust into the lab,

So heavy it was, I placed it on a slab.

Smooth and cold, I was told,

Was part of the mystery.

I softened it up, added milk,

A bit of grass, some fine silk.

Churned it round and round,

Then I heard a strange sound,

''I, I, I,I,I.''

I quickly cast it to set,

A few minutes later, I get

The feeling, I wanted to fly.

It was a foolish experiment,

So don't you ever try.

© Copyright 2018 johngumbs. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: