Friday, October 21, 2022

The Potter's Presence


                                                               on a hill overlooking the colorado

                                                               a black and white sherd
 
                                                               fingerprint pressed in clay

                                                               I hold it in my palm

                                                               feel the potter's presence

                                                                                



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4 comments:

  1. geoens@gmail.comNovember 2, 2022 at 3:33 AM

    Dear Teresa, this poem beautiful. Fingerprint left by a potter says simply "I exist.Our moments meet no matter how many years, how many millennia, seem to separate them. My compliments,
    Geo.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 2, 2022 at 7:11 AM

      The memory of that wonderful moment of connection left its own indelible mark. Thank you so much for commenting. It's good to hear from you. I hope all is well with you and yours.

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  2. TONY @oakroydNovember 3, 2022 at 10:56 AM

    I know you know this already, T. But if you listen, everything is speaking.

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    1. Teresa EvangelineNovember 3, 2022 at 11:00 AM

      Yes! Absolutely. Thank you so much for commenting, Tony. Good to see you here.

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