transfixed i watch your hands
strong quiet efficient
shape this humble offering
of mud into something pure
lyrical a form so flawless
it seems a miracle
later when the body yields
before the glassy burn
i cradle the leathered urn
and peer into eternity
ossified hollow of earth
primordial essence of you
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Haunting and Beautiful. This Poem reminds me of my Mother, who is a Potter. My appreciation of Poetry is growing daily. Thaks for sharing.
Linda you never fail to amaze me! I think this is the first poem of yours that I’ve read and it’s quite stunning in its words and form.
Is this a funeral urn? It’s beautiful…
Really really nice, Linda.
Thank you all for reading and your kind words.
I must confess — I did not write this poem.
Ben did. He wrote it for Phoebe, a medical student whose true passion is clay. Ben is a graduate student of neurobiology who also is a poet. Cuore is Italian for heart which, like a pot, is a vessel.
Who is Ben, my Italian mystery man? muahuahuahua…. peace….
I like listening to this in my head. It soothes me.
Poetry and Pottery are so connected, both vessels involving the whole of the heart. Thanks.
love the language here, linda.
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