a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing

Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Potter

I watched
as you played
in clay
                  around
                                    around
                                                               your gifted gentle hands
coaxed
 a shape
 into 
being
pushing back
 your clay painted hair
unaware
you
molded
     coaxed
the clay into form
caring not
that you were clay too

I watched
      F
        A
           L
             L
               I
                 N
                   G
           in love
with your hands
        your gift
        your creation

For celebrating creativity at dVerse~Poets Pub with open link

15 comments:

Brian Miller said...

it is beautiful to watch an artist at play in their passion...regardless the medium...smiles. nice rendering gail.

bwfiction said...

When a person is committed to the moment, it is truly awesome indeed.

Björn Rudberg said...

I really read the Pygmalion myth described.. The POV from the clay is excellent

scotthastiepoet said...

Gail, I admire concrete poetry a lot and it made a great impact on me, when I was beginning to write - here you fuse it with lyrically too, as you paint your picture - very impressive... With Best Wishes scott www.scotthastie.com

Sandra said...

beautiful and i can see the hands on the clay.

Kathryn Dyche Dechairo said...

This is beautiful. Working with clay at the moment I can totally relate. Some people make magic with their hands.

Saucy Kodz said...

This is exactly what you feel when you watch or work the clay. I can see and feel this poem. Lovely job.

Lynne said...

Beautiful piece Gail . . .

Grace said...

I admire the artist at work, specially when shaping and molding clay ~ Those are really strong and beautiful hands~

Delores said...

Potters and glass blowers...fascinating to watch.

Marilyn B said...

It's the form and shape that caught my attention in this poem!

TexWisGirl said...

really nice.

Susan said...

Everything about your poem is perfect--layout, diction, joy, and spread of the clay from actual to symbolic. Love it.

Kenn Merchant said...

The symbolism of this poem is beautifully crafted in both form and metaphor. Great poem Gail!

kaykuala said...

Very innovative way of presentation, Gail! One feels the movements all along!

Hank

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