The Potters Hands

Photo Credit: theglorioustrain.blogspot.com

The wheel of life is spinning faster

Yet the potter’s hands gradually mold

My mind is consumed with days flying by

My heart He begins to unfold

It takes its shape, ever so gradually

My thoughts fade into sweet abyss

Transformed it begins to beat

Bounding with pure bliss

What is this feeling filling my soul?

His warmth and love pouring in

The wheel slows, I am transformed

A new heart and new life to begin

Reviews

[Jocie de Jaune]

I love the ongoing metaphor and language used in this! Only thing I could suggest was maybe revising the syllables to make your wonderful poem flow more, and perhaps adding some punctuation or taking out the comma in the last stanza... but hey, It's your style. Great work :D

[Une coccinelle]

Thanks! I really appreciate your feedback! I haven't had much experience with syllables and flow but I'd love to know more! Is there a specific example you could offer?

[Jocie de Jaune]

I'm no expert either ahaha But maybe take a look at some of Shakespeare's sonnets, they're a great example of syllable and rhyme scheme usage to create a wonderful flowing poem! Sonnet 18 is a particularly great reference, count the syllables in the lines:
Shall I compare thee to a summers day?
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;"
And every fair from fair sometime declines
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd

[paddy d daly]

Art and poetry go hand in hand, maybe
poetry is art and pottery is certainly art
Of the hands, poetry art of the head,
You have drawn the two together. I love
Your line, What is this feeling filling my soul.