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Antique cracked clay pot. Handmade medieval pots. stock photos

The Cracked Clay Pots

The old, cracked clay pots on the shelf They've been there so long I leave them there as a reminder Life leaves deep wounds from wrongs Some cracks are deep with crevices bold Some so fine almost unseen Those have been repaired hold the soul But none can repair the genes They are so old and unwanted now Their shelf life ending soon Their souls have been put through the fire Only use is to be ground up and strewn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
March 16, 2023 at 6:15 PM
Aha! A plug for recycling, if I may: Why not recycle the genes as 'jeans?'
Kendrick Avatar
March 17, 2023 at 5:27 AM
Gershon, Do you think I could get by with that. I appreciate the added humor. Thanks for the visit. Sara
Buhagiar Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 1:13 AM
Doubt if clay jars can be repaired.
Kendrick Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 3:33 AM
Yes, Victor, I agree that probably clay can't be repaired to be used again only so one can see what they possibly looked like when whole. Thanks for the visit. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
March 10, 2023 at 7:42 PM
They’ve been there so long… Those have been repaired hold the soul But none can repair the genes…
Kendrick Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 3:29 AM
Kim, Yes, we have inherited Adam and that brings death doesn't it. Your visits always add a new dimension to my work. Sara
George Avatar
March 10, 2023 at 7:23 PM
Very meaningful and profound ... more than simply cracked pots in the literal sense. A great entry for the contest. All the Best dear Sara...
Kendrick Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 3:21 AM
Valsa, You visits are delightful. I appreciate so much the time spent here. I need wishes for all the best for sure. Sara
Turner Avatar
March 10, 2023 at 4:28 PM
Very nice Mrs Sara. A darn good analogy. I feel like an old worn out cracked pot, (some days) Have a great weekend.
Kendrick Avatar
March 11, 2023 at 3:04 AM
Thank you, Daniel. Yes, aging brings bad days but there are the good days along the way. Thank you for stopping by. Sara
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