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.
Labels: art, poetry, writing
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A potter's blog 4 U:
claycoyote.com/blog/
Sweet site, Austin Girl! Thank you. : )
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