Poets : AdannaArt / lyttlejoe
theme : perfection
the potter and his clay
the potter flung the clay hard on the table and kneaded it like a madman
digging, pressing, squeezing,
in and out 'til not one air pocket could be found.
on the wheel it became alive beneath his fingers,
oozing wetness into his open palms
stretching, opening, folding under, moulding to his mind's image,
when he had done all that he could he gave it to the oven
out it came, hardened almost the same but for a cut on the lips-
the vase had succumbed to the fire's kiss
with disappointment, he felt it was not his vision
yet there it stood, his skill achieved to perfection
YOU ARE READING
Perspective
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