Kiln Poems - Poems about Kiln

We stand outside the inn Arua is a kiln We crawl back in But we know no kin Mungu ni mukee! Bawls Pastor Paddy From the inside of a robot Mazarau's robot When we look outside and can barely view any clouds We know this is no place for normal sons of men ...

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I beheld them on the hottest summer of May, Are they bonded labours who lived in shanties?, Yes,they were the pitiless kiln proprietor's prey , ...

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Summon your demons, devils, and wraiths, visit moments of hurt and loss. Replay what might have been, wrestle with regrets, Do “if only” scenes haunt your past? I follow the faint ribbon of sand on Mackinac Island, lined with sugar maple tree, aspen and lilac. Wild lilly of the valley, its fragrant musk, from dusk to dawn, clings to lichen and headstone,...

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Potter loves the uncertainty of process. The way the fire-ash binds to glaze. The irregularity of flame's touch. He carefully stacks the dried spun pieces in a pile in the kiln, each piece touching, separated by broken pieces of shell and wadding. So that the pieces touching don't stick together. Potter loves the fingerprints this leaves from shielded firing and shells. This adds...

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Red, orange, yellow, white licking at the wood so bright, Burns the flesh, charred bone colapes gone, melted in to the flames, As I burn to the last cell. (After) Bones of the dead, Diffrent by looks, but all hold the same story of the flames consuming them. Body, soul and faith stolen by the devils hands...

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here, nestled among jungled trees vines, leaves, ferns antiquated ceramics and miscellany pottery the monstrously massive the grotesquely hilarious the intriguingly quirky the familiar and the surprising dusty congregation in somnolence indigo, cornflower yellow, bone white a delight, a mystery a forgotten anomaly a skip and a hop from the nearest shopping-insipid-mall navigate the silent corners up the creaky stairs between rows of pots, vases, plates and sculptures a. veritable....

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here, nestled among jungled trees vines, leaves, ferns antiquated ceramics and miscellany pottery the monstrously massive the grotesquely hilarious the intriguingly quirky the familiar and the surprising dusty congregation in somnolence indigo, cornflower yellow, bone white a delight, a mystery a forgotten anomaly a skip and a hop from the nearest shopping-insipid-mall navigate the silent corners up the creaky stairs between rows of pots, vases, plates and sculptures a. veritable....

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I can see the potter's hand when looking at your face. Each gentle feature not by man could such a thing create. I watch in awe as you sleep, this cherub from my flesh. A most precious gift he gave to me he knew 'fore she drew breath. I know nothing but to stand rendered in my awe. In this...

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Fragile,as a tender pot He moulds us in the furnace The fire makes our beauty last Clean,glazed mistakes erased- A new creation cast....

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Fragile and tender pots molded in the furnace- mistakes erased,their beauty will endure...

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