I was headed to my pottery wheel when I remembered it was dVerse poetry night
Oh no! What am I to do?
Poetry or Pottery?
I guess I could write an ode to my pottery
If I knew what an ode consisted of
A haiku perhaps
But I was already well beyond all syllabic limitation
I gaze at the glaze
The evil red chun creates
Havoc wherever it goes
Clay desires my hands
Oozing mud through my fingers
What shall I become
Pulling it upwards
Sensuous shaping into
A tulip vase p’haps?
The best I can do in a pinch.
Off to play with mud.
Will check out some poetry postings in a bit.
10 comments:
Poetry or pottery? Either choice suits you!
ha so how about a little of both...i find pottery to be very sensual...even outside of the movie ghost...
sometimes I am in quandary myself when its OLN..ha..ha..but you did a good job of weaving both ~
I would say you have shaped this nicely, just as the clay forms, so shall your words.
You did a nice job :)
haha - combine the too, love it :)
:D Loved this!
chained the present
I love working in clay...it is such a sensual experience, as is poetry. Good blend of both.
Evocative imagery brought this piece to life, like the wet clay between your skilful fingers.
Poetry or Pottery?
Zealotry or tottery?
Priorities! Priorities!
Technicalities, Totalities.
As your mud spins around
I hope you have found
that you were never deskbound
and your fun is profound!
Thanks for a lovely break! I think you enjoyed it too!
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