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Earth sung a song

Updated on June 1, 2016
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Middle of wheel, (earth)
is a battle real.

today I will play,
with just wet clay.

Rotating round and round,
I'll let symmetry surround.

With fingers gentle,
I'll press, push and pull.

Beautiful pot 'n' vase,
surround my space.

My heart sings,
an accomplished song.

I have within,
found a meaning.

from the song,
my earth has sung.

Think beyond, you surround,
don't just merry go round.

© 2015 Hari Prasad S

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      Hari Prasad S 5 weeks ago from Bangalore

      Thanks roopa for such generous appreciation. But we are all in the middle of wheel and thel battle is real.

      Thanks.

      - hari

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      Roopa Prasad 5 weeks ago

      Very nicely written Hari! The poem speaks volumes about your involvement ..in writing as well as implementing ur thoughts in life !

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      Hari Prasad S 14 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks usha madam. You said it right.

      - hari

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      Usha 14 months ago

      Great poem. I related it to how we try to shape up our life with all devotion

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      Hari Prasad S 18 months ago from Bangalore

      Thank you sir.

      we mould our own life,

      by the choices we make.

      We rotate around struggles,

      When we won't see the bigger picture.

      - hari

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      Vishnu 18 months ago

      Earth and Potter wheel in your poem gave indication of creativity,shaping and nurturing.There is also link to earth(soil to the planet),with its rotation and revolution around the sun.

      You had chosen real "earthy"subject this time,Hari

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      Hari Prasad S 18 months ago from Bangalore

      Wow. Thank you twilight. Yes. she is amazing at her age, her zeal is infectious.

      - Hari

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      Twilight Lawns 18 months ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K.

      Hari, how amazing!

      I am coming to the end of writing a novel, which is called 'The Potter'. This poem of yours just gives me more encouragement for me to continue. If and when mine is ever published, you may be happy to see a poem at the beginning of one of the chapters, written by our wonderfully talented Nellieanna. I met her online at HP and she and I have been great friends, almost from the very first. I love he works, as no doubt you do... and so also, must anybody who has read her amazing poetry.

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      Hari Prasad S 18 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks sujaya venkatesh.

      - Hari

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      sujaya venkatesh 18 months ago

      a pot poem

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      Hari Prasad S 21 months ago from Bangalore

      very well said nillieanna. forceful shaping can break things apart. (mind and matter). I like your detail. you have a great talent of living in detail. I wish to learn it. check my poem I recently wrote 'ironic transformation'.

      - hari

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      Nellieanna Hay 21 months ago from TEXAS

      I definitely relate to your story behind your poem, Hari! Many subtleties seem to be highlighted in working with the soft, wet, unsnapened clay.

      On the occasion when I made my little bowl, my first husband, who was not a very nice person, was also trying one on our friends' second wheel, since they were each potters in their own rights.

      We were each given a sizable hunk of clay and told we could make it into a round pot tapering up to a narrow opening, similar to one they showed us. They promised to glaze and fire our results.

      Then we went to work, neither of us having even a vague idea of how to do that, other than having watched our friends at work. But it was fun to feel that pliable clay responding to my touch, which I was mentally guiding to begin to shape it. But even with the sensitivity to the response by the clay, mine kept separating when I attempted to bring it in to a roundness.

      My ex's also separated and foiled his hopes and plans for it, in spite of what was a more forceful handling of it.

      I just kept working with the remaining clay which had become smaller, and much too small to accomplish the original assignment, until I finally had shaped the small bowl, which was glazed beautifully and fired as promised.

      Meanwhile my ex had become angry with his clay and pounded, squashed and ground it onto the wheel.

      Perhaps that proves that force and insensitivity can't really shape anything or anyone, no matter how pliable they are.

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      Hari Prasad S 21 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks Nillieanna for your beautiful poem..

      This poem happened to me when i was casually browsing through the website that had image of the pottery. I have never tried pottery but the rotation of mud to make something beautiful struck a chord.

      As i started typing the first few words i found an incredible connection to mud / earth / pottery / life, and how we should lead our life and not waste it doing the same thing again and again.

      That is story behind this poem.

      Thanks again.

      - Hari

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      Nellieanna Hay 21 months ago from TEXAS

      I love this poem and its reference to potting, which is something dear to my heart, although I'm not a potter. A couple who were accomplished potters influenced my appreciation of it, and of other valuable concepts.

      They let me make a pot on their wheel, and I'm quite fond of it, but they also gave me some of their beautiful work which still awes me.

      May I share a poem of mine, titled "Urning Life"?

      Here I go

      Back in the water,

      Third time,

      The charm,

      My soul,

      The potter

      For its vessel

      For eternity

      In with ebb,

      Out with tide

      The sea of life

      Is breathing.

      The currents

      Of the sea I ride

      Toward destiny,

      Golden harvests

      Of the heart

      Where I reside

      And drink the flow

      In urns below

      And learn

      Reality.

      _____© Nellieanna H. Hay

      3-23-72

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      Hari Prasad S 21 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks MsDora for visiting and for your comments.

      - Hari

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      Sakshi Davessar 21 months ago from Punjab, India

      most welcome

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 21 months ago from The Caribbean

      I like the message of this poem and your use of the potter's wheel as a symbol of life. Good!

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      Sakshi Davessar 22 months ago from Punjab, India

      my pleasure :)

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      Hari Prasad S 22 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks sakshi.

      - hari

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      Sakshi Davessar 22 months ago from Punjab, India

      nice poem and very good rhyming indeed

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      Hari Prasad S 22 months ago from Bangalore

      Missy, thanks for your lovely comments.

      - hari

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      Missy Smith 22 months ago from Florida

      I love the way you use pottery making as a symbol for molding your life. Really creative! :)

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      Hari Prasad S 23 months ago from Bangalore

      catherine,

      thank you so much for your appreciation and encouraging words.

      - hari

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      Catherine Giordano 23 months ago from Orlando Florida

      This a beautiful poem with great elegance and simplicity. Simple but packed with imagery and meaning. Thank you.

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      Hari Prasad S 23 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks manatita44. For your comments and also for visiting my hub.

      Pl check the other poems too. You may like them too.

      - hari

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      manatita44 23 months ago from london

      Deep and sweet! What a great metaphor for life. Excellent poetry, Hari. Continue ...

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      Hari Prasad S 23 months ago from Bangalore

      thanks james. happy you like it.

      do have a look at many other inspirational ones I have written. you may like.

      - hari

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      Tijani Achamlal 23 months ago from Morocco

      Awwwwwwwww how sweet!!!! Really good poem. I enjoyed it. Great job!

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      Hari Prasad S 23 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks frank. It is nice. Thanks for visiting.

      - Hari

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      Frank Atanacio 23 months ago from Shelton

      what a wonderful message, molding hands create futures.. or stand stills.. love the poem my friend :)

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      Hari Prasad S 23 months ago from Bangalore

      Thanks surabhi for your interpretations.

      - Hari

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      Surabhi Kaura 23 months ago

      Wonderful! Isn't it true how we all can shape ourselves just like a pot-maker shapes the clay! That's a fantastic analogy to describe human growth.