Stephen Parker Poet Verse

A Potter's Hand

Coarse, featureless shards stagnating
Fodder for a discerning hand's mending
Putty strands their potential value bleating
For a potter's touch; new life entreating

Gentle hands rough surface massaging
Rubbery texture patting and preening
Carefully each lump, fold kneading
Instinctively more clay into mixture feeding

Pressing the mass around the wheel now speeding
Softly caressing, while each corner buttressing
Holpen hands new shape, form deeding
A spherical chalice deftly molding

Each cascading side symetrically scaling
Delicate fingers each crenelation each groove formulating
Peeling off excessive fragments, proportions receding
Moisture from the master's hand now bleeding

Patiently, a primitive, tidy colander forging
With rythmic, patterned movements shearing
An artistically, woven pot from the wheel emerging
A magestic artifact the maestroes skill divulging

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Julie Heckman January 20, 2011 at 2:43 PM Really like your poem... it reminded me of my first pottery...I wasn't so "masterful" thou. Thanks for reading my work.

Eiken Laan January 17, 2011 at 2:27 PM Stephen, this is a beautiful poem, I really enjoyed it, thank you:)))

Michael J. Falotico January 17, 2011 at 1:45 PM A creative write that takes the reader on a ride..we can do all ....

Skat A January 17, 2011 at 12:57 PM with patients all is posible. the hands the motion that tangle and swing into creation. well done and said Stephen~take care~Skat