Ballad of the Potter's Wheel

round and round

its turning eye

begins to see

a shape below

and as each hand

in hand complies,

a fuller vessel

starts to grow.

undreamt its shape,

unthought its form

until the potter

makes it stand.

from its center

this silent storm

of clay ascends

at his command.

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Blogger Austin Girl said...

A potter's blog 4 U:

30/1/07 13:20  
Blogger k_sra said...

Sweet site, Austin Girl! Thank you. : )

30/1/07 16:09  

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