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The Potters Wheel
by Peter Paton → (All Poetry by Peter Paton)
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" Whats For Us, ...Will Not Go By Us " Thrown into this world, from who knows where Eyes which are blind, suddenly receive color and light Maternal love is already waiting, through vigil of the night Father is counting the hours that have elapsed And junior senses something is alive in the air Childhood passes faster than the blink of an eye Sisters and brothers vie for the upper hand Poverty comes knocking loud on the door And love takes a vacation, as cares mount high And you wonder what role, you have in this all Teen years follow in developing ways Body becomes unusual, in perplexing style Emotions take over, controlling the flow Hormones creating defining attributes And the magic of love surpasses it all Our prime years follow as mature as the vine Rites of passage are earned from beginning to end And realise the truth is always at hand You have a vital part in the mould of the clay For built in within, is allowance for your deeds That shape and carve, the future from the past Copyright by Peter Paton 2005

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 15, 2005

You have a vital part in the mould of the clay

A powerful reminder to us all, Peter.

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on December 14, 2005

Excellent!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

Life is a forward motion that evolves from the physical to the spiritual. As our bodies age and soften, our spirit grows in strength. It is then that we understand unconditional love and the fact that the world will never again be the same as it was before we came here because our mere presence takes from what came before us and delivers it to what will be when we leave. This is an exceptionally well written offering, I really enjoyed the read.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

True in our young yrs some my look a tad better, but the prime are the best-est..

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

The Womb-Goddess pinched off fourteen pieces of clay. She set seven pieces on the right and seven pieces on the left. Between them she put a mud brick. She opened up a reed to cut the umbilical cord. Called up the wise and the knowledgeable. Womb-Goddessess seven and seven. Seven created males. Seven created females. The Womb-Goddess is the creator of fate.

The potting of humankind in ancient belief, the Egyptians believed that human beings were formed on a potter's wheel. In ancient Babylon, the potter was seen analogous to the shaping of life, and the words for rebirth were "We are as fresh-baked pots."

Peter, your poem takes us through the stages of clay to vessel analogous to the human development, highlights the sacred nature of mud-brick philosophy connecting the origins of people with their routine tasks of life and their dwellings of villages and temples.

Sage

Reviewed by E T Waldron

This is pure wisdom Peter, written in beautiful prose! Thanks for sharing!

Love,
Eileen