The Pottery Poem by Marieta Maglas
The Pottery
In the common clay,
Transformed by modeling
I imprison my idea.
Every time you pass,
You stop to look
For a moment,
At my art objects,
Delicately modeled in shape.
They gain color in light.
Many potters expose objects
In that place,
But you know which are mine,
Even without my signature,
I think only of you
When I make them appear real.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
Nice. We are molded in the hands of the Great potter! Praise the Lord.
This poem conveys in a beautiful and profound way the idea that an act of creation makes an unique imprint in the created object in such a way that the creator always will be recognized by the beholder. '.....for shall the work say of him that made it, He made me not? ....' (KJB Isaiah 29: 16)
In the common clay, that was transformed by modeling with the movement of my hands, I imprison my idea, that you perceive every time you stop for a moment, to look at the art objects, delicately modeled in shape, which gains color in light. ............. Hello Mari Or good poetess A masterwork Once more a nice poem …and deep too Like painted pottery Really we are pottery clay. 10+
Many potters expose objects in that place, but you know which are mine, even without my signature, because I think only of you when I make them to appear real. a good and sweet poem done about pottery in symbolic way and its very meaningful poem and idea is innovative and heart touching one..style is romantic and expression is perfectly done..well doen dear marieta..10/10
this poem is seemingly written for a love that is eternal 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:16:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
marieta......a touch of love always leaves its marks, even on the pottery! i think it is a beautiful poem, speciallythe last four lines.your writings are too good!