The isolated potter
Created many vessels, from his sorrows
From the earth he borrows
The isolated potter
Played with fire
Knowing exactly how he would retire
The isolated potter
Made countless mistakes
His vessels would break
The isolated potter
Walked miles to find the perfect clay
Even on a rainy day
The isolated potter
Took joy on the wheel
Appealing to feel
The isolated potter
Knew how to be free
For this he needed a tree
The isolated potter
Fired his vessel
No need to fight it or wrestle
His conscience was clear
He had nothing to fear
The end of the firing was near
Once he took out the vessel from the fire
He realized he shouldn’t retire
But instead continue, and accomplish his endless creative desires.
About the Creator
Ivan R…
I love painting, drawing, ceramics and exploring other creative outlets. I’m no writer, but hey.
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