Center
Steady my hand at the wheel
teetering a bit my toe and heel
as the mound falls and holds it's place
my hands and clay meet with grace
water and earth and mind at play
at peace and open my heart today.
I lift and rise and relax into shape
maybe tall or round or maybe mistake
I breath and hold cool mud to create
a pot full of energy for someone I'll make.
this comfort this bond it's natural I'm told
the excitement the passion may it never get old.
From ground to hand and fire and glaze
you move and grow and delight and amaze
good for my soul this art I've found
returning me to myself peaceful and sound.
Pottery pottery clay and more clay
Steady my hand at the wheel all day.
Lee carter
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
