Nice poem Kate....the potter can mold beauty from the product of clay...to be able to see the other side of being molded is a gift in itself...one must allow for the hands to become the source of creation so as to behold the creative potter and his work...I bet even the winds can mold, as so the source of our souls for we are molded by the greatest of Creators...
From the most basic simplicities, comes beauty--unfathomably rich...
I love the sounds this piece makes. There are subtle rhymes and alliterations within it that make it liltingly lovely. My favorite too, is "fingers brown as ferrous soil" --love the repeated f's and r-s sounds in that. I also love how my mind falls hard on the "blazed" after having read
"each subtle glaze
he clour-tipped
then blazed..." and then you lead us out of that inner rhyme with "to
burnished brilliance." --the perfect amount of syllables in iambs.
I love your creations too, Kate--you potter of poetry, you. --Charlie
Pygmalion? Kate? I thought that you were the artist ready to shape her work of art... :)
Such lovely sounds and visuals in:"each subtle glaze
he colour-tipped
then blazed to
burnished brilliance."
Yes...The Potter is all of those...sensual, spiritual, tender. Your work often causes me to draw in a breath, Kate. You're an artist who piants with your words.
Lovely and skillful; this piece is best read aloud so that the tongue can roll over your beautiful word choices. I love the sensuality of this that so seamlessly and artfully melds with the emotion and passion that propels this poem into the very core of the reader.
Such a tenderness runs through these lines and a metaphor like none I have seen so fine in a long time. Kate your talent is amazing, very nicely done, a definate keeper.
hugs
Fee
Kate I do see the connection;-) however your last stanza is exquisite and incredibly brilliant! I'm in awe of your gift with words,totally inspired!... ET
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The Potter of our Souls...
nice...
Art Sun..
I love the sounds this piece makes. There are subtle rhymes and alliterations within it that make it liltingly lovely. My favorite too, is "fingers brown as ferrous soil" --love the repeated f's and r-s sounds in that. I also love how my mind falls hard on the "blazed" after having read
"each subtle glaze
he clour-tipped
then blazed..." and then you lead us out of that inner rhyme with "to
burnished brilliance." --the perfect amount of syllables in iambs.
I love your creations too, Kate--you potter of poetry, you. --Charlie
Such lovely sounds and visuals in:"each subtle glaze
he colour-tipped
then blazed to
burnished brilliance."
Axilea
Scintillating write . . . loved the line, "fingers brown as ferrous soil" . . .
Best wishes,
Lance
Cryssa
There is fine clay and artistry at work in your poem.
Pottery, poetry and passion have come together in a piece of west country romance.
k
Be always safe,
Karen
A beautiful firing!
John
you molded and shaped this poem. -gene.
hugs
Fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love and {{{hugs}}},
Leland