The Songs of...
/The Songs of the Pottery Wheel
Life is a clay in our hands. How and what we are going to sculpt, depends on our skills and artistry to make an enjoyable piece. The pottery wheel is our soul that sings its songs. Facing hardships or having cheerful moments, the wheel always will sing its songs to the last breath we take.
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Life is a pottery wheel. Its clay
Gets every day new shape,
New consistency.
Clay molds when
The wheel of time spins.
Clay changes colors
When life’s seasons
Put their drops of hues
In our souls.
The rainbow’s palette
Of feelings
Shimmers with joy
In the sky of love.
Clay gathers tears of sorrows
When some dark clouds
Gather and crawl from above.
They wet and soften
Its pillows,
But the pottery wheel
Still spins and sings
Its songs of life.
By Petrouchka Alexieva
From: United States