This poem is dedicated to every “potter” who hath ever created. I salute you. Your creation is beautiful.
A 7 stanza haiku on today’s picture. Whatever it is that is your craft, your art, that which you sacrificed your life to, it will bear fruit one day. Patience, a virtue while you toil and strength ,a much needed resource. It may not be perfect but what really is perfect?
Each pot unique and beautiful. No ‘One’ mould. No “One” shape exquisite. Guard it with love, blow it with care and let it harden so it may weather any storm.
Pure and soft, it felt
Moving beneath my hands thus,
Slowly and surely.
I shaped, I sculpted,
That which was granted to mould,
I slipped, times’ I slid.
Working day and night,
My heart, I allowed to guide,
The hands labored hard.
With trepidation,
I watched. Slowly yet surely,
My eyes saw it form.
Would it be perfect,
imperfect, yet beautiful?
Would they accept it?
Many years of toil,
Hadn’t been any good at craft,
A Miracle This!
Soft and smooth it looked,
The mould, strong and hard within,
Pure and clean it stood.
It would slip, I knew,
Times’ it would slide, I was sure,
Break? Certainly Not!
I hope you enjoyed reading it. I loved writing each word of it.
Do share your comments on a “pot” that you painstakingly created with all you had. Were there times you felt like giving up? Was there a time it made you cry- the process? Did you glow with pride on seeing it form? Did it make you smile even once…then it was worth the effort.
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Eúnoia 
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