Transfixed, I watchyour hands - strong, quiet, efficient -
transform this humble offering
from the soil into something pure,
lyrical, a shape so perfect
it seems a miracle.
Later, when the yielding clay
ossifies to a leathered urn,
I cradle this treasure with care
between two palms and peer inside,
looking for… what? I do not know.
My eyes meet black eternity,
empty hollow smelling of earth
primordial, essence of you.
Your heart, a vessel.
***
Prompt: love
Cuore is Italian for heart. And what is a heart but a vessel? Back in my clay days, I once spent two years focusing my craft on the metaphorical aspects of the heart.
Peace, Linda
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Lovely images... really thought-provoking in its very essence, Linda...
ReplyDeleteI love this concept - the heart as a vessel. Beautifully written, and as Anthony said, thought provoking.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
ReplyDeleteI am still gathering my thoughts on this prompt, maybe not go with the person kind of love.
indeed this is a visceral poem. right in the solar plexus, something inert and non-thinking about crafting. also where the best writing comes from. nice one linda.
ReplyDeleteThis was so poignant.
ReplyDeleteJai
Beautiful. The heart is deep, vast and wild.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed that Borges poem/video. I looked for a link to the text for you and found that. It's so moving...
Hey Linda,
ReplyDeleteThe wifey just started a pottery class and she loves it. I'll make sure she takes a gander at your poem. Thinking of you and your family.
--John