The Potter’s wheel
As the clay sits on the potter’s wheel, you set the wheel in motion
It takes shape as you move your wet hands up and down the solid mass
You try to take care as you make smooth paths some with design
Reflecting yourself in every move of your hands
You do not want to make an error for this is your creation
So you try to take your time moving up and down slowly on the cold clay
There may be a point you change in midstream to alternate the shape
Sitting back you view it, not quite satisfied and begin to remold
For yourself you wish to have perfection in your creation
You want it to stand out before others so they can recognize your talent
But sometimes you slip, and a flaw is formed you hope goes unnoticed
So you try to build a design around your flaw creatively
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
June 5, 2012
xo Regis
Gail
Di
Edith
You show us in a beautiful way the life struggle between perfection and individualism, between what the world wants to see and being unique.
Beautifully done, thank you
We are as we are each perfect individuals just with variations.
Budd
Ron
Love ya!
Jane
Jesus is the potter and we are the clay.
Amen!
Carolee.
Always,
Deborah