Sage, clay yet to be molded by the potter into a final form, unfired in the kiln and a pre-menopausal woman are kindred souls. Their final forms unresolved and mysterious still being shaped in time and place. Once they meet their destiny with the kiln and glaze the spirits of both are transformed. More or less fixed in design while their purpose is an ever evolving process. My sense of this artistic rendering. "And I'm sticking to it". I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
To me, this is a poem about an awakening, about respecting and inspiring one another even through turmoil.
But even if my interpretation is way off, I enjoyed your artistry.
Ever,
Christine
‘I have to go back soon,’ says Adam one afternoon. Yes, I know he has to go back soon. He has to go back to London and to his job and his apprenticeship. He has taken the maximum number of days leave – he has taken his entire Summer holiday in the Sp
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
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But even if my interpretation is way off, I enjoyed your artistry.
Ever,
Christine