03-22-2013, 06:05 AM
Potter's Wheel
(Creation)
What fool would leave creation up to me,
to force my thumbs and palms across the palette?
If creation wavers in the make
I'll choose the mallet,
pound the crumble, sweep away the scree
then spatula and slurry, slake
the wheel, then spatula again and nothing grips.
There is a marvel in the roll of blunger drips.
What hand formed these oily hills and what's beneath?
I could try again or take a break
or taste the clay dust on my teeth.
milo *(this was originally a 'study' done for a section of a larger poem but to me it seems to hold its own weight.)
(Creation)
What fool would leave creation up to me,
to force my thumbs and palms across the palette?
If creation wavers in the make
I'll choose the mallet,
pound the crumble, sweep away the scree
then spatula and slurry, slake
the wheel, then spatula again and nothing grips.
There is a marvel in the roll of blunger drips.
What hand formed these oily hills and what's beneath?
I could try again or take a break
or taste the clay dust on my teeth.
milo *(this was originally a 'study' done for a section of a larger poem but to me it seems to hold its own weight.)