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The Clay on The Wheel

February 19, 2011
By BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM, Portland, Oregon
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It slips smoothly
Through my fingers
Milk chocolate beauty
I hold it firmly
It stays
I loosen
My grip
And away
It goes
It is grace
It is life
That I shape
Just as the gods
Shaped me

Flames
Flames bring it
Into being
And when it cools
It is ready
For color

The author's comments:
I love pottery, particularly wheel throwing. This poem expresses that love.
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leafy said...
on Sep. 14 2011 at 7:04 pm
leafy, City, Other
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I love poetry, not to mention this poem :D. Nice job, and again, 5/5
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Jul. 14 2011 at 2:00 pm
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM, Portland, Oregon
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It's about wheel throwing, which is a type of pottery. The bit about the gods is just me drawing a little from mythology. Lots of cultures thought the gods made people from mud or clay.
redhairCat PLATINUM said...
on Jul. 14 2011 at 11:37 am
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I love your style of writing, but I didn't really understand the poem. (maybe it's just me)
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM said...
on Jun. 18 2011 at 11:44 pm
BrightBurningCampeador PLATINUM, Portland, Oregon
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I do love pottery. It's the sort of thing where the world seems to shrink and shrink until there's only the clay, the wheel, and my hands.
Alcanno DIAMOND said...
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Alcanno DIAMOND, Mexia, Texas
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Your love of pottery definitely bleeds through in this poem! :D My favorite part is: "It is grace/ It is life/ That I shape/ Just as the Gods/ Shaped me."