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Once More Of the Wheel

He showed me clay

to feel and smell its essence

to bring life to the form

knead out all the air

keep it from exploding in the kiln.

 

I admired him

almost feared him

as he gruffly barked his orders

harsh with disapproval

I timidly obeyed

 

I wanted to become a potter

create something out of nothing

feel and free my spirit

 

“You”, he once said “will be a great potter”

his voice was nearly tender

his eyes looked deep into me

 

I have given up the clay now

words spin beneath my fingers

fill with air and

explode into a million pieces

2 Comments (Add Yours)

  1. I hadn't seen this one and am so happy to find it tonight.

    "words spin beneath my fingers
    fill with air and
    explode into a million pieces"

    love!

  2. oh, and the title is wonderful!

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