Poetry and Pottery…
More than just homophones
At least to me an Anglophone
For this poet is a potter
Making pots of poetry
Amorphous thoughts I have for clay
Not worth much if left that way
But you just wait a lil’ while
Till they go to the Potter’s wheel
Wheels of deep cogitation
Turning in slow circles of cognition
Precursory to a sublime metamorphosis
By sheer penmanship
Myriads of thoughts afore tenuous
Become words flowing in tandem
Here a little
There a little
Worded verses glaze my ware
Of verbiage though I must beware
Aha! Aha!
My work is done
‘Tis a work I do adore
For like a treasure bearing pot
Poetry bears my precious thoughts
Ovie Mordi, Copyright 2012.
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