Each Turn
No potter, I
can only hope this vessel
is worthy of your affection.
With each turn of the wheel,
each minute, hour, that passes,
it beats only for you.
This poem is my response to Sunday Muse #164,
with the image provided by The Sunday Muse.
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Beautiful Ken. ⭐️🙂
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Thanks, Rob. 🙂
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for some reason this song popped into my head but the beat is like a clay pot spinning on the wheel:
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That spin you’re talking about in the song is the repetition, and there’s a lot of it.
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Beautiful love poem!
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Thank you. 😀
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Lovely, Ken. Our hearts can be formed and re-formed, too.
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That they can. Thank you, Merril.
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you.
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A poem that renders sighs for days. Lovely.
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Thank you, Helen.
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This is truly lovely Ken! So glad you joined us at the Muse!
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Thank you, Carrie.
And thank you for the prompt.
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With each turn of the wheel, the potter pours himself into his creation. Love this, Ken.
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Thank you, Beverly
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Sigh…I so enjoy a good love poem
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Thank you for your enjoyment!
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You are so good with emotion. (K)
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Thank you. I’m satisfied if I can translate that to real life.
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It seems to be a good translation.
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Love this. Straight hit.
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Thank you. The truth is hard to deny.
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Ah yes, a wonderful love poem. I enjoyed it then and it is a delight to read now. I love that you featured both your poems for the image Ken. A lovely idea!!
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😀 Thank you.
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