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Sadelite
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0 posted 2004-05-21 03:12 PM



Scuffle down the precipitous hill
In dew dropped morn of moistures fill;
There, view the artist who seeks  to borrow
  from  earthen bank its humble till

      Walk  bumpily among the fossils
     As  leaflets prance their shadow dance;
     Then reach for the wall of brown
     where orange roots go straggling down.

    Sliding palm against cool drip earth,
   grit  amongst  imperfect clay birth;
    gray  waits patient  the scraping,
     to become rich media for hungry artist banking.

  hands to shape, goosh, squeeze
into any form we choose
  decisions in the making...

[This message has been edited by Sadelite (05-23-2004 10:04 PM).]

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muted
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1 posted 2004-05-21 03:18 PM


i love working with clay, it is an exhilirating and sensual experience...so much to be discovered in such a modest medium.

i enjoyed this

Sadelite
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2 posted 2004-05-21 03:38 PM


muted,
I've had a tad experience with it,but my creations weren't much! Once I processed it from our creek; that in itself is an experience!   I'm much better at finding it than working it!  
Enjoyed your response.
      sadie

JL
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3 posted 2004-05-21 04:48 PM


"hands to shape, goosh, squeeze
into any form we choose
decisions for the making"


Wonderful write.

JL

Potter’s Hand
“But now O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay and thou our potter;
and we are all the work of thy hand.”                                       ~Isaiah 64:8

She said: ”You look cute in the dark.”


Endlessecho
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4 posted 2004-05-21 04:49 PM


Oh!  I so want to try this.  

Wonderful images.

iliana
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5 posted 2004-05-23 02:32 AM


Nice one, Sadie!  Evoked images of sliding down the creek bank.  
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6 posted 2004-05-23 05:21 AM


enjoyed this!
RobertB
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7 posted 2004-05-23 07:19 AM


I could see the images in this....like I was there with you.
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8 posted 2004-05-23 08:33 AM


Very, very descriptive and I enjoyed this. I have never worked with clay but your poem makes it sound intriguing.

Hugs,  Marti

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beauty everywhere.
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9 posted 2004-05-23 08:36 AM



The clay of my youth
was not the master's clay
and it is an art form
yet tried by
these hands...

but I certainly appreciated the goosh
of this.


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10 posted 2004-05-24 12:40 PM


This brings back so many memories of a creek and a bunch of cousins... though I'm afraid our artistic endeavors weren't appreciated by the parents when their exhausted mud-kids dragged home... in fact... we were often thrown in water troughs or a nearby pond... just so they could sort us out? LOL

Thank you for both the excellent poem and the memory trip. *S*

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11 posted 2004-05-24 12:41 PM


Sadie, you have described this so vividly, that you plant the desire in the reader to work with clay.
Whatever takes form through our hands grants great emotion.
Love, Margherita

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12 posted 2004-05-24 04:23 PM


Thanks to everyone for taking this journey down to our creek.  It is my favorite place on earth.
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