The Pottery Poems

by Rania Moallem   Jun 9, 2016

Clay-smelling objects,
mud plates and bowls.
Fine soil powder;
crumbles of dust.
Broken windows,
unlocked doors.

Art that hardens
through burning fire,
plain brick and tile..
Music that stops
for a burnt bulb and a smile.

Cold bread, cold food.
Waning roots, brown plants,
shrubs that feed on wood.
Scattered characters,
of words and moves..
I would have un-wrote,
if I could..

Little cuts, broken nails,
the walls look tired,
soaked in pottery crimes,
where clayware is wrote and fired.
Worthless fragile kind of gems.

Still, where to go with
broken crockery poems.


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  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judge Comment:

    I adore Rania's title...
    the title explains a great deal for interpretation.

    to be sculpted and come to life, as poetry... So beautiful and yet so delicate and can easily break a spirit... ton of thought process within the title alone!

    Her format and word structure is refreshing!

    From start to finish, this metaphoric poem is a rich and pure delight!!

  • 2 years ago

    by hiraeth

    Judging Comment:

    I appreciated the unique telling of the intersection of poetry to pottery; for a brief moment they intersect since they are both art, both expressions of an artist's soul, but unlike pottery poetry cannot be mended, or repurposed or recycled in any form (almost everything else follows that path, food, plants, etc as noted in the poem). Poetry is exempt from that, it sort of collects, especially when the artists does not like it, but I'd say to hell with those poems, this right here is an absolute masterpiece!

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    I really love you!

  • 2 years ago

    by Maple Tree

    This poem makes me think so much. ..sighs, I really love this piece! !

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