Pottery Poetry

ETSY 017While waiting for the next wave of admirers at the Terra Vista Studio show I composed a few haiku.  Here they are:

Pretty, painted pottery

all in a row waits.

Sun sets behind.

 

Boxes empty, tables

full. Look here come

Wind burned faces smiling.

 

Morning sun paints

Wolves, vases and spotted bowls.

New homes for all!

 

For the most part I think of my whistles as poems I make in clay.  But sometimes I just have to writ something.  Here’s something from a couple years ago:

Smack

push

pound

roll

breathe.

Funnel up

guide down

add water

breathe.

Humming spin

elbows braced

breathe.

Thumbs plunge

pull a floor

breathe.

Compress, stretch up

draw in, press out

fight the force

bowl.

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