In the common clay,
Transformed by modeling
I imprison my idea.
Every time you pass,
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this poem is seemingly written for a love that is eternal 10
In the common clay, that was transformed by modeling with the movement of my hands, I imprison my idea, that you perceive every time you stop for a moment, to look at the art objects, delicately modeled in shape, which gains color in light. ............. Hello Mari Or good poetess A masterwork Once more a nice poem …and deep too Like painted pottery Really we are pottery clay. 10+
This poem conveys in a beautiful and profound way the idea that an act of creation makes an unique imprint in the created object in such a way that the creator always will be recognized by the beholder. '.....for shall the work say of him that made it, He made me not? ....' (KJB Isaiah 29: 16)
Nice. We are molded in the hands of the Great potter! Praise the Lord.
marieta......a touch of love always leaves its marks, even on the pottery! i think it is a beautiful poem, speciallythe last four lines.your writings are too good!
Many potters expose objects in that place, but you know which are mine, even without my signature, because I think only of you when I make them to appear real. a good and sweet poem done about pottery in symbolic way and its very meaningful poem and idea is innovative and heart touching one..style is romantic and expression is perfectly done..well doen dear marieta..10/10