Fresh Glaze

Renewed by love ………..

Fresh Glaze

The silent properties

Of my latent soul of soggy clay

Lay dormant cold

Within an empty kaolinite spirit

Until that day

You grabbed and threw it down

Quite deftly skilled

Upon your potter’s wheel

Your feathered fingers

Gently soft squeeze and moulding

My spinning heart

Began to shape a renewed love

A nucleus lifted

Building fresh walls of rehabilitation

Expertly torque twirling

In your playful adroit hands

Now fashion finished

Rebirth of my naked unfired body

Transforms forever more

In the warmth of your corporeal kiln

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2018

Author's Note

PS picture is random - not someone I know :-)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i liked this until the last stanza....then i loved it...
the metaphor here is perfect symmetry...fired and fashioned like a perfect ceramic piece created in that "corporeal kiln"
love Corporeal...that emily dickinson word...at least when i see it always reminds me of her.

[barleygirl]

Such a brilliant idea to use the motions of making pottery as a metaphor describing how another person can form us into a different sort of being. This core message is multi-layered & thought-provoking. Your wordplay is exquisite: “feathered fingers squeeze & mold” . . . “Expert torque twirling” . . . “my naked unfired body” . . . we can be transformed & fired by the warmth of another’s kiln. One of the most expert extended metaphors I’ve read here, definitely giving Jacob a run for his metaphor money! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

What a great analogy, smooth and cool to the touch. This is a bit of a masterpiece I think. You really use all of the senses and actually that picture is perfect even if you don't know the artist.

[emmajoy]

' Now fashion finished ~ Rebirth of my naked unfired body ~ Transforms forever more ~ In the warmth of your corporeal kiln '

and that is how it should be, this much bandied about word called Love. A metaphorical heart-given poem.. Essence lovely, calmly yet gloriously laid before your lady and your fans!

[Ghost]

This was a nice poem of love being molded like clay... It was good how you place the potters hands on the clay molding your heart into love... Thanks for sharing

[Kami]

Yay! Your words were uplifting and had me envisioning a well made vessel from but a lump of clay, literally, and a much appreciated love relationship, figuratively. Thank you for sharing!

[Ardra]

You in love Phill... ..that's what the poem says... so in love Heheh ... the poem is like so so so beautiful...who ever that lucky lady is :))
You could use better pic... :p
I am in love with this poem...feels like it has a soul of it's own...