Poems

The Practical Potter

Too caught up in your head

To ever truly taste me

You touch me out of utility

Never passion or pleasure

I was clay in your hands

But you never knew what to make of me

So I sat on a shelf collecting dust

Painting credit: Devin Carreon – Hot Headed

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