A Poem About Pottery
My Vessels
Empty Vessels: A Poem
I'm an empty vessel ready to be
molded into the shape my creator desires for me.
Thank you for taking me from a soft clay,
into the beautiful art I'm today.
You put me through fire, I never thought I'd endure.
You pulled me out when I was sure
I'd melt to a puddle warped and obscure,
but I was made beautiful as you opened the door.
I felt a gentle breeze caress my shape.
The brittleness I felt has all gone away.
I stand proud of what I withstood,
I don't envy anything, not metal or wood.
I am who I am, molded from clay.
An empty vessel, I stand here today.
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© 2011 Leone Vidoni