This skin
is thin
and bruises with ease.
These
jars of clay
are brittle
and continually crack.
How strange,
then,
to think that
we are chosen
to reflect glory
to the praise
of the maker.

 

 

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Day 10 of NaPoWriMo on “imaginary garden with real toads”

This was fun!  Written for toads (again, thank you, whimsygizmo),
the prompt is to create a poem into which I weave the titles of 3 of my own poems.
I linked the titles in the above to the original poems.