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MAKE ME

MAKE ME

Make me, she said to me, out loud
With a hint of challenge in the air
But I realised it was just a request
A voice came from that block of clay
That was a sculpture project for today
And I knew full well it was my quest
Her plea was so real to me, I swear
Wanting to feel I’d done her proud

My hands were moving as if driven
Moulding her face and lips as well
Focused on my fingers, but only just
Completing her eyes so she could see
Did they just blink and look up at me
Would she be satisfied with this bust
This likeness was more than a shell
As I relished this chance I was given

I had gladly fulfilled her one request
The clay acquired that realistic tone
It was more than just mere depiction
With that last layer laid on the frame
I knew my life wouldn’t be the same
This was less fact and almost fiction
She would be mine, and mine alone
Not destined to be with all the rest

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Structured: Western
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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Not Explicit Content

Comments

Octave consist of eight lines of iambic pentameter. I liked the structure and the choice of words in the poem. It's pretty cool.

The sweetness of creating an environment by creating a wonderful rhythm from sound to sound has emerged in the poetic description of his mind in an aesthetic sense.

Nice work!
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