The Lonely Potter

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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