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