The Lonely Potter
He set up his equipment
But no one came
Holding a piece of clay
For almost half of century
As a young man pottery making is for himself
Making all kind of shapes of pottery
And very large sculptures for show
Young blood and energy provided
Fifty years passed
Now he is a master of pottery making
Teaching young and old
Passing on the knowledge with joy
His happiness is not only making pottery
Forming shapes as he wishes
But together with someone
Learning his craft
That is the potter’s goal
Holding clay in his hands
Waiting for someone passing by
Asking the question
How is the pottery done?
Ing-On Vibulbhan-Watts, Friday, March 22, 2013, 12:14 pm
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