Rain..unnoticed.. 'pon your head
Flows softly to your heart
It's misty trickles.. keep you safe
Underneath..your outer you
So very few
Guided.. by the clothes you wear
This shield forms the story
Grey on Gray..
Life.. once was clay
T'is indeed..so true
Born and poured..there is a mold
The Potter shapes your future
Cast..in alabaster soft
The fire's glaze completes..release
Here we be...
The newly
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 1st, 2026 07:38
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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Comments2
New from the potter's fire glazed and pristine. Well done as metaphor.
Tx Sorren
You are most welcome
What a thoughtful piece, my friend. The rain, the clothing, the clay, and the firing all gather around this sense of becoming...of carrying what shaped us while still emerging differently. Beautifully done, James. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Tx Tristan
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