The sculpturing of love ........

The hands moist and covered with in
pastel.... the colors of the earth
Yet what is it we're trying to form
and just what is it worth

No my lovely potter you cannot shape
nor carve nor form
Demand all you want
and long long after this storm

You will finally realize
it's not yours for the asking or taking
All we can do is pretend and in the tears
the laughter
in all of the faking

We finally know but the lessons learned
it cannot simply be wished into being
this mystery called Love
It's merely a gift of chance
and a fleeting dance

But we tried didn't we........








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HeatherH104 3 years ago from USA

You are full of inspiration lately! You are right, love cannot be forced or demanded. Be true to you and the other. Truth hurts, but living a lie is worse than death.


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Ericdierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

It is not having what you need but needing what you have. Great poem.


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Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

I love this one Ed and voted up for sure.

Eddy.


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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

I love the metaphor of the potter. We can try and mould ourselves, but it doesn't work so well when we try to do it for others.


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Brought thoughts of the movie Ghost. If only love could be sculpted....


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ImKarn23 3 years ago

Sigh..if only relationships were as flexible as clay..

or maybe - relationships are just like clay - after it's been in the kiln too long? lol

sharing, my friend..

sorry, i'm a little late Cowboy!


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WV London Blue 3 years ago from WV

Goes to prove mind over matter does not apply to all forms of life. ;-)


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Very beautiful Ed ...yes, we cannot shape ourselves into something we are not for others, either they love us for ourselves or not. I, too, love the metaphor of the potter! Excellent poem.

Up and more and sharing

Hugs, Faith Reaper


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MarieAlana1 3 years ago from Ohio

Wonderful poem! I've always liked the metaphor of the potter.

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