Photo by Gayle Walters Rose; All Rights Reserved
an inaudible hum
dull, slow, rings
around the rosy,
molded earth
inconsequential
beauty from the
inside emerges
to the out
eyes behold
whether a sigh
or a moan
roughened spots
amongst the smooth
fingers trace the
artist’s soul
shapes etched into
its surface, colors
applied in minute
detail
fire
brings it to life
one-of-a-kind
like stars,
fingerprints,
your face
Bjorn instructs us on Cubism at dVerse Poets. Please join us for this interesting and informative prompt!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
/ September 29, 2016What a great walkthrough of how pottery comes to life… I get an almost organic sense from your writing… like the pottery is a living thing… wonderful
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Maureen Sudlow
/ September 29, 2016beautiful
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frankhubeny
/ September 29, 2016Nice description of the pottery in the picture. I liked the idea of fire bringing it to life.
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whimsygizmo
/ September 29, 2016I love that subtle ring around the rosy, and OH, that last stanza. Just wonderful.
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whimsygizmo
/ September 29, 2016There’s a phoenix here, too…brought to life by fire.
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Brian
/ September 29, 2016Excellent poems bringing clay to form through fire.
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Sanaa Rizvi
/ September 29, 2016Oh this is just beautiful, Gayle I especially adore; “roughened spots amongst the smooth
fingers trace the artist’s soul” ❤️
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Grace
/ September 29, 2016The ending lines are my favorite Gayle ~ Love the artist’s soul coming to life, one of the kind, like stars ~
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Victoria C. Slotto
/ September 29, 2016Working with clay, painting pottery used to be so much fun for me. This one is such a great metaphor.
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bobellal
/ September 29, 2016Only fire brings us to life.
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thotpurge
/ September 29, 2016fingers trace the
artist’s soul
…that’s beautiful.
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kim881
/ September 30, 2016Is there such a thing as round cubism! This is superb. Gayle! I love the way you start with the sound of the pottery, before involving the other senses, particularly the feel of it.. Does the face belong to the person who made it or bought it? ‘Rings around the rosy’ – so round and so musical!
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Misky
/ September 30, 2016The last stanza is a delight.
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Walter J. Wojtanik
/ September 30, 2016Agree with Marilyn on the last stanza, Gayle! Lovely photo reflecting your words!
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kanzensakura
/ October 1, 2016This is a wonderful metaphor of a poem. Loved the separate parts and loved it all together.
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mother wintermoon
/ October 1, 2016Wonderful imagery and experience as a reader, feeling the emotions of the potter at the wheel creating a one of kind piece, tied into the uniqueness of a face and fingerprints at the end. Great work Gayle.
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kaykuala (@hankkaykuala)
/ October 1, 2016fire brings it to life
one-of-a-kind
The pottery maker is not a worker but an artisan. He is in fact an artist capable of producing works of art (being one of a kind) not a lowly obscured object. Very true Gayle!
Hank
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freyathewriter
/ October 2, 2016Lovely. My mum is a potter (amongst many other crafts), so she would definitely enjoy this too.
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Bryan Ens
/ October 3, 2016Love the 3rd stanza. So much of an artist’s soul can be seen/felt in their creation.
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lillian
/ October 3, 2016“Fingers trace the artist’s soul”. I especially love this observation. We generally,look at art and are drawn in by what it is — you’ve drawn attention inward to its creation.
I’ve really loved this prompt — drawing the eye further and further into something, around something, examining the curvature, the details. You’ve done this here so well.
Have been in NC since TH – home this afternoon. Have enjoyed sitting on the porch with grandchildren, having them describe what they see in their wooded backyard, more and more details. Have had them recording and writing their own poems — so fun! They are very good cubists! 😊
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Renee Espriu
/ October 4, 2016One of the things I would like to learn is to sculpt in clay. Making pots I don’t think would be something for me although I certainly admire those who do and this poem and the pic are wonderful.
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Bodhirose
/ October 6, 2016That seems like fun although I don’t think I would have the aptitude for sculpting. I have taken a pottery class with my sister and a friend and it was a lot of fun. Those pottery wheels are tricky…at least for me. Thank you, Renee! xo
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