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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

Date: 5/15/2023 3:17:00 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
Date: 5/16/2023 5:27:00 AM

Hello Ezra, oh, you are welcome. Enjoy your day my friend. Welcome to Poetry soup. /Darlene\

Ezra Cook
Date: 5/16/2023 5:10:00 AM

You too and thank you for commenting -Best

Jim Slaughter

Date: 5/15/2023 11:26:00 AM

It's those "cracks and flaws" that give character to that shaped clay. A great piece, Ezra.

Ezra Cook
Date: 5/16/2023 5:09:00 AM

Thank You, so much for your kind words!