from the first
and the second
i am third
with sheep and clay
i work
the ones i protect
live forever
with my hands sheep. (Image by Flickr user Atli Harðarson, CC)
i copy life but
it can only be
a copy
i can not create
nor breathe life
into my images
i mold and shape
but hold not
the power
of
The Creator
i am seth
from the first
and the second
i am third
For dVerse~Poets Pub
a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label working clay. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Saturday, January 31, 2015
The Potter
I watched
as you played
in clay
around
around
your gifted gentle hands
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
as you played
in clay
around
around
your gifted gentle hands
coaxed
a shape
into
being
pushing back
your clay painted hair
unawareyou
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
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