Potter’s Wheel

Beatrice Wood

Beatrice Wood

Dispassion,

Her somber face

Falls for

Stability.

She creates passion,

Destabilized

Destabilized,

Her fearful face

Craves for

Passion.

She falls for stable

Dispassion

In her hand

She holds

A putty,

Molded into

Structure

Shaped into

How she feels

Drying into

What she felt

Clay needs

Moisture.

All tears are

The same.

She must be

Kept moist

Before

Her earth

Hardens

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18 Responses to Potter’s Wheel

  1. Bushka says:

    A very ‘moving’ piece. Forgive the pun. 😉

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  2. thefeatheredsleep says:

    Love this

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  3. chirose says:

    gorgeous words and imagery.!!

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  4. reprindle says:

    Thoughtful and attentive.

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  5. “Shaped into
    How she feels
    Drying into
    What she felt” Yes, can you please sit still so we can capture it all!

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  6. Joyful2bee says:

    Great photo of a dedicated face. Loved the verse too, written by a dedicated writer.

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  7. thia licona says:

    What an accurate description. The potter’s wheel in the hands of my Master, shapes, molds, shapes, molds & repeat! How long my Master? “Until I finish shaping you into a beautiful vessel to hold the flowers of My love for all.” … 🙂 Thanks for your faithful visits.

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  8. thia licona says:

    Your post inspired me to write the post for today. Check it out if you may. 🙂

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  9. Robyn Haynes says:

    I love the intensity of this picture and found our interpretation thought-provoking

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  10. vivachange77 says:

    Beautiful empathy for the potter. I love that tears are the moisture for keeping clay soft.

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  11. KIA says:

    we shape the lives we desire for ourselves. thank you for the imagery. -KIA

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  12. sunesiss says:

    Mmmhmm nice.very nice

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  13. Enjoyed reading your posts. Thanks for stopping by Poemattic.

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  14. Glorious, and touching. There’s always a cost, a self-giving, in art and creativity. Beautifully expressed here by one artist, of another. Many thanks.

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