Ezra Cook Poet Free verse

The Master Potter

I am the master potter with clay in my hands
I use all my tools and talents to shape what I have

I am the clay in the potter's hands 
I can be molded to any shape to fit any purpose

I am the Kiln for that is where I am tempered 
and made strong

I am the artwork shaped with meaning and design
when I break that is when my true beauty can shine

Where my cracks and flaws show with gold
I am the master potter with clay in my hands

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Darlene De Beaulieu May 15, 2023 at 3:17 PM Hello Ezra Cook, I am thinking it is you that is handling the clay. Shaping it into some type of shape then to glaze. Enjoy your day my friend. /Darlene/ Darlene De Beaulieu May 16, 2023 at 5:27 AM Hello Ezra, oh, you are welcome. Enjoy your day my friend. Welcome to Poetry soup. /Darlene\ Ezra Cook May 16, 2023 at 5:10 AM You too and thank you for commenting -Best

Jim Slaughter May 15, 2023 at 11:26 AM It's those "cracks and flaws" that give character to that shaped clay. A great piece, Ezra. Ezra Cook May 16, 2023 at 5:09 AM Thank You, so much for your kind words!