Crackpot
Vessel of such poor design
cracks in the kaolin clay,
cooked too long in the kiln,
the wheel misaligned.
Destined to seep through
everything remembered
from this brief adventure:
who dared call it good?
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Love “Destined to seep through
everything remembered.”
Yeah I liked the destiny too.
So thw japanese have a process …..im think
..kintsuge but that might be off….Anyway it’s repairing flaws with gold and highliting them…….this poem really did give me a visual of a mended cup.
Love it.
“everything remembered” stands out beautifully in this poem. You take the ordinary and transform it wonderfully.
also love the playful title
Hmmm, crackpot, cracked pot, vessel, vessel maker. Are we really talking about a piece of clay here? So much to see in just two short stanzas. Well done, Bill.
You may be on to something, Lee, as usual!
great lines, love the title
A fleeting moment meets a philosopher’s mind.
Love the compactness here, Bill.
Thanks, Kevin!
You had me at the title. Everything about this compassionate and questioning at once
Thank you!
Oh, the Crackpot title lures us in. Then you layer us with intention and a look at our own “brief adventures.” So nicely composed, Bill!
Thanks for the comments, today and in the past. I appreciate them!
Wonderful! The final line, “who dared call it good?” is stunning, so defiant. (May I borrow it?) And “kaolin clay”, “kiln”! Such rich sounds throughout!
Take whatever you need, M.
Love the line “cracks in the kaolin clay” with its rhythmically visual and auditory emphasis on “cracks.” Concise and you make every word count here, Bill
Thanks — appreciate the comment.