12-20-2007, 09:04 AM
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Bottled Emotion
I've got some poems, I wrote about my new job as a glass blower. I'm trying to get some feed back,on them.
Bottled Emotion
Poised with jacks firmly in hand
with a feather light touch forming a band
As the piece begins to cool
A fiercer grip,upon the tool
With a simple tap...you start a new phase
It could go smoothly or end in a craze
An image of a piece is seared in your mind
Will it be like that, or of a different kind?
Now pulling,and shaping, and hanging a piece
Trying to find character and beauty to release
To capture ones emotions, in a simple form
Like the winds of a hurricane storm
A Mosaic of color,some cool some warm
Some mute some stellar
Each one picked to compliment the other
And now jack and paddle to make it just right
And putting it in the oven to cool for the night
TAXI CAB YELLOW, CHARTREUS AND DARK BLUE
You sit at the bench with your gather and pipe
With all the anticapation of your creations new life
In the garage all the color bits you have choose
Praying this one goes smoothly, not like the other five woes
Taxi cab yellow, chartruese and dark blue
Will the vision you have finally come true?
With a touch of a bit ; you begin to spin
Like the threads from a spider,caught in the wind
Adding each bit one by one
Working like aspider till your work is done
Then into the glory to melt it all in
A gather of clear,then blow it out thin
Put in a neck ; it's still holding tight
Jack and paddle the base, the kick ups just right
NOW PUNTY IT UP!
and work on the neck,
Being patient so it doesn't wreck
Its all come together,all our hard work is done...
We'll put it in the window to bring joy to someone
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