Saturday, April 27, 2013

What A Lovely Life!


When I was a potter
Had my kick wheel spinning ‘round
Pulled my clay straight from the ground
Sold pots priced by the pound
And life was good

When I was a potter
With wooden ribs and brushes
Slipped surfaces so luscious
Pushed by exhibition rushes
And life was good

When I was a potter
Nights lit up by hot kiln glow
Then waiting for hours and hours to know
Anxious for the opening show
And life was good

When I was a potter
I loved to dance the kiln dance
What appeared by fire and chance?
Leave, return for one more glance
And life was good

When I was a potter



2 comments:

  1. life is good when you're creating, whatever the medium.
    You're a wordsmith as well as a potter!

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  2. Very sweet. Life is good as long as I breathe a breath. And life is good as long as one of my pots is being used. The beautiful work you have accomplished says it all.

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