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There is an unknown potter hidden inside every poet. He prepares clay by mixing his thoughts and words. He gracefully dances on it making the rhythm of his emotions flow through his feet dipped in imagination. Then, he puts this kneaded clay on the spinning wheel of creativity and slowly with his warm hands of poetic skills, he molds it beautifully verse by verse engraving some patterns of metaphor and rhyme. Now, he takes out the sculpted object and bakes it in the kiln of grammar checks to burn out the moisture of common errors remaining within it which finally brings out a perfect pottery piece called poetry!
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heHee ..Yeahh ! well Compared :)
Nice perspective :)
Perfectly said :-)
First time here. This a lovely poetic post . The image of the potter is fascinating. on Art of pottery inside poetry
What a lovely blog you have!! I am really loving the whole idea. Wish you a great year
awesomely put... loved the idea..... :))
Lovely post..:)
Oh My God.. You have so beautifully compared poets to potters .. Beautiful would be an understatement !! :)
The co-relation of pottery with poetry is amazing. Loved it!
Very creative way of depicting a potter's job :)
Nice post, I really liked the theme and feel of the blog :)
Wonderful post!
Wonderful juxtaposition :-) Nice post Valli :-)
wow amazing
Agree, Valli:)
SO true , so true ... I ma yet to find that potter inside me though ..
Bikram
awesomely written :) KUDOS !!!
wow.. wonderful composition, Valli.. :)
Wonderful..!!! You"re Speaking Out My Heart..!!
Beautifully compared. Bravo!