Patterns in Clay

Written for: Sunday Muse #164

As I create
another vase,
I peer down
at my hands.
An intriguing web
of clay forms
patterns on my fingers, 
art work more innovative
than my pots and vases.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Patterns in Clay

  1. Helen Dehner says:

    I would agree with your surmise … I love the look and feel of the hands.


  2. robtkistner says:

    Isn’t it amazing what beauty can be found in the unintentional? Loved the perspective here Sara — well written!


  3. Beverly Crawford says:

    A beautiful nod to the Master Creator!


  4. Carrie V. H. says:

    Oh how I love the perspective you went with Sara! A lovely and thought provoking poem!


  5. This is beautiful
    Love this


  6. msjadeli says:

    Art is where you find it and it is everywhere if you take time to look. I enjoyed reading your poem.


  7. wyndolynne says:

    Distracted in the middle of a project by yet another idea…I can relate. 🙂


  8. Susie Clevenger says:

    Love how you focused on the hands, the intricacies of the body art more fascinating that what it creates.


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