The urge,
the unquenchable thirst,
a strange malady,
the brain about to burst.
The force,
the powerful surge,
an option demanding attention,
the urge.
Aha!
To release the word,
to create in dimension
via keyboard or pen,
brush or tool, no apprehension.
Thus release the spark,
the idea, to written form
or to any measure of creativity,
art beyond the norm.
Aha!
But the spark takes various turns.
Cutters on a shelf catch the eye with ease
of one who wonders, " Hmmmmm,
what might M-C do with these?"
So cutters meet clay, then air to dry,
sponging to smooth; a trip by car
to end up in M-C's garage,
so she can wonder what they are.
"Abstract flowers, new cutters,"
reads the note, as M-C sees shapes
that somewhat resemble blobby people
but must be transformed to floral-scapes.
The shapes move onward,
accompanied by jars of underglaze
to the basecoater who covers them neatly
and returns to M-C's garage for the next phase.
Aha!
Not always by desire, but by necessity
does the "aha" come into play,
to create lovely fashion art for the lapel
from cutters, underglaze, skill and lowly clay.
But then, the urge strikes again,
as words want to tell the story on a page,
and the products, fresh out of the kiln,
want to show themselves off on this stage!
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
It's nothing... Jake is so cute...and I'm starting to fall in love with him... Ahahahaha !!! 
