Greg Gaul Poet Rhyme

Oh Little Pot

oh little pot, little pot
please do tell me what i'm not
tell me, tell me whatsyagot
may be, may be it's a lot
you may hold secrets 'n stories
tales of lotsa ancient glories
made by native hands of clay
not sired but fired that way
on outside a bright colored glaze
you come in all sorts shapes 'n sizes
inside i think there are surprises
close the lid and go within
to the place nobody's been
it's so dark a place inside
no place to live, just to hide
or is it true they're all the same
with no light blank and plain
find another pot and go in
without sight, new worlds begin
oh little pot, little pot
please do tell me i'm not a lot


Written  6/1/20

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Anil Deo June 4, 2020 at 8:57 AM Greg, I saw a comment on your's and it meant the world to me. This is a time to speakthe love we write about on PS. Love the revelation in, "[I]t's so dark a place inside //no place to live, just to hide." Anil Deo Greg Gaul June 4, 2020 at 9:28 AM Anil, thank you for looking so much deeper. Few do. Yes, it is a time for kindness. There is hope. Appreciate your visit and insight.