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bits of clay

carefully molded
into fragile vessels

glazed, etched

then given to the fire,


to harden, or
shatter

transformed,


beyond control of the potter
























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  • Shadow-Addict
    September 3, 2008

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    This is a very thought provoking poem. I loved the wording...
    "bits of clay

    carefully molded
    into fragile vessels" - This is especially powerful.

    Thank you for entering, and good luck! x


  • sheltered
    March 4, 2008

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    "then given to the fire,


    to harden, or
    shatter

    transformed,"... great stuff

    I wonder if the potter was a Harry man?

  • A floatingleaf silver member
    February 19, 2008

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    Beautiful...we can only mold a peice so much, before we conclude it is finished...sometimes releasing to other hands for design...we can only hope the basic structure is strong and molded well...

    sunny


  • AJ Morelli gold member
    February 10, 2008
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    a very good entry here, definitely one to consider...


    al

  • wendymolly
    January 28, 2008
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    bookmarked!


  • Nangaleema
    January 28, 2008

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    Yes - we do what we can for them for as long as they will let us - taking such care - knowing someday we will have to set them free in a world in which we have no control. Well said. - NANGALEEMA


  • tara wilson gold member
    January 27, 2008

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    oh - I know this, I am the potter, some days I feel like my little one is her own 'clay' ..her own mold..and that is a good thing, I suppose...I only hope when she goes into the kiln she will not shatter; that she will become something better then I ever could dream for her...love this one Deb..

  • Improv Machinery
    January 27, 2008

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    i really really like how you put a sort of subliminal message into your work. in this piece you talk about clay going into the kiln, but i can easily see that you are talking about how a lot of things in life are beyond our control and that they can change at the drop of a hat. we are in control of our destinies, but only up to a point. great write. i am very glad that i decided to read this one.
    Rob


  • Whoochi gold member
    January 27, 2008

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    Metaphorical masterpiece girlie...could feel this....sooo true...we mold our children, shape them and hope they do not break....but again powerless...only love and guidance...this is excellent,,,good luck

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