Alchemist’s Creations

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We are just squishy pots of clay
spun and shaped by the master
Starting out as greenware
Aged and dried in the sun
Young and vibrantly smooth …
But we’re not finished
Till baptized in life’s colors
Full of toil and troubles
Only to be fired in life’s kiln
Aged // glazed with experience
Hardened with love’s beautiful finish
Yet, some struggle so hard
that their final hardened glaze
is crackled raku, tried by fire
still beautiful in its own way…
The Alchemist loves them both

Painting: Dwight L. Roth

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The Potter’s Love

potters-hands
Hands smoothing and shaping
Admiring sweet creation
Perfect in every form
No need to recreate
Feeling soft clay
Thin smooth as silk
Watching clay spin on the wheel
Hands reshaping and restoring
Feeling the rounded curves
Knowing how beautiful the finished product
As the light from the window glances off
Recreating every line in his mind
Feeling the rhythm of the spinning wheel
Slowing down speeding up
As the slip slides through his fingers
The wheel finally reaches its peak
A final smoothing of the hand
From top to bottom
The original potter really did
Know what he was doing
You are a unique creation

Bing Photo: justinrossow.com

 

Clay

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Sometimes it takes a lifetime to shape us into the person we need to become. In the marriage relationship both partners at times want to shape the other person into their idea of what works for them. It usually does not work. We bump and grind until the rough edges are worn away. Some don’t make it. Those who do find that over time and with interaction a polishing effect takes away some of the harshness of demanding their own way. This poems attempts to illustrate that evolution.

My Own Piece of Clay

From the day we are born

Our crying screams

Change everyone’s lives

Shape everyone’s dreams

Demanding care for our wants and needs

Life is a struggle between two lumps of clay

Shaping each other in their own way

Shaping them into their own image

What a shock to find how fragilely we slip

Our crumbling creations in tightly held grip

Crushed by selfish lack of understanding

Fragile Egos like dust in the grinder

We are really hard rocks in a tumbler

Rolling and tossing against one another

Bumping and grinding smoothing and shaping

Letting the chips fall

Finally after a lifetime of interaction

The gems we have become hold our attraction

Full of beauty, our own true shining colors

Jewels for the crown of our creator

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(Adapted from a song by Marvin Gay)

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

 

Potter’s Love

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Potter’s Love

Hands smoothing and shaping

Admiring sweet creation

Perfect in every form

No need to recreate

Feeling soft clay

Thin smooth as silk

Watching clay spin on the wheel

Hands reshaping and restoring

Feeling the rounded curves

Knowing how beautiful the finished product

As the light from the window glances off

Recreating every line in his mind

Feeling the rhythm of the spinning wheel

Slowing down speeding up

As the slip slides through his fingers

The wheel finally reaches its peak

A final smoothing of the hand

From top to bottom

The original potter really did

Know what he was doing

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Photo: downtownpottery.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Own Piece of Clay

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One of my favorite Marvin Gay songs is My Own Piece of Clay . I decided to write my own spin off of this song.  I observe that couples and spouses , often  try to shape the other person into their idea of what we want them to be.  When one person is rock and the other is clay, the clay ends up getting crushed. I believe individuals in relationship should be like two rocks in the tumbler, knocking off the edges of each one polishing each other into gems of beauty!

From the day we are born

our crying screams

change everyone’s lives

shape everyone’s dreams

demanding care

for our wants and needs

*

Life is a struggle

between two lumps of clay

shaping each other

in their own way

shaping them

into their own image

*

What a shock to find

how fragilely they slip

crumbling creations

held tightly in our grip

crushed

by selfish lack of understanding

*

Clay just won’t cut it

it has no strength

once hard

it won’t stay for any length

Fragile Egos

crushed

like dust in the grinder

*

Instead

hard rocks in a tumbler

rolling and tossing

against one another

bumping and grinding

smoothing and shaping

letting the chips fall

*

Finally

after a lifetime of interaction

the gems we have become

hold our attraction

full of beauty

our own true shining colors

jewels

for the crown

of our creator

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth