The poet, like the potter, <br /> takes the raw clay of thoughts <br />and shapes them <br /> through the mind of his loving you. <br /> <br />The beauty of these fragments <br /> without having to expend the energy <br />to try to express <br /> the image envisioned. <br /> <br />Through the medium <br /> of paper or clay <br />for personal solitaire, <br /> or the benevolence of other eyes. <br /> <br />Each colour and weave <br /> their thoughts in different patterns <br />seeing different visions <br /> momentarily lost in their multiple meanings. <br /> <br />At the outset is vision <br /> our struggles to seize or translate it <br />sully the brightness <br /> in giving it flesh, the vision is muddied, lost. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clay-upon-the-wheel/
