Lump of clay in his hands
the cherita poem13 total reviews
Comment from ESOSTINE
This form presents the creation of man, made from clay by the Creator's hand. He eventually returns to clay at the end of his assignment here on earth. Very well penned, dear Sanku. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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This form presents the creation of man, made from clay by the Creator's hand. He eventually returns to clay at the end of his assignment here on earth. Very well penned, dear Sanku. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
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Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you.
Comment from artisart4u
This poem makes sense about being made from clay.
You have what was needed to make a cherita poem.
Your picture, font, and color are very nice.
Good luck with it.
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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This poem makes sense about being made from clay.
You have what was needed to make a cherita poem.
Your picture, font, and color are very nice.
Good luck with it.
Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much for this honour .I am sorry for the delay in the reply. Just had a bit too much to do..
Comment from shelley kaye
cool cherita with a message of helping others
smoothly flowing story with an interesting pic
no spag or typos
thank you for participating and sharing!
shelley :)
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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cool cherita with a message of helping others
smoothly flowing story with an interesting pic
no spag or typos
thank you for participating and sharing!
shelley :)
Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much.
Comment from tempeste
Ciao!
My mother was a sculptor. I watched her for hours on end, working with clay and creating beautiful statues.
She used both red and white clay. She had her own electrical kiln and fired at 1.200C in 18 hours.
When Mamma passed away, we donated her drying and spraying booth, and her kiln to a monastery..the monks wanted to start selling ceramic mugs etc. They already were selling wood art.
They had to use a mini crane to move the kiln on the truck.
My house is full of her lovely art.
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Ciao!
My mother was a sculptor. I watched her for hours on end, working with clay and creating beautiful statues.
She used both red and white clay. She had her own electrical kiln and fired at 1.200C in 18 hours.
When Mamma passed away, we donated her drying and spraying booth, and her kiln to a monastery..the monks wanted to start selling ceramic mugs etc. They already were selling wood art.
They had to use a mini crane to move the kiln on the truck.
My house is full of her lovely art.
Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much for telling me about your mother .I always regretted not being creative ..I do not have skilled hands that can create things.. it is a boon form God actually
Comment from Aussie
From dust we come to dust we return. God formed us.
I don't know this form of poetry. I felt you were being held back from what you would have written. The form (not you) seems stilted. Happy Christmas blessings K xx
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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From dust we come to dust we return. God formed us.
I don't know this form of poetry. I felt you were being held back from what you would have written. The form (not you) seems stilted. Happy Christmas blessings K xx
Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you my friend for making me very happy .I am sorry for the delayed reply..
Comment from lyenochka
If only all lived to fulfill a life of service, instead of self-serving as so much of the many ads tell us to do. I appreciate your thought-provoking poem about the creation of humans who are made to serve others and their physical bodies return to dust/clay when life is finished. But I believe the souls enter into Heaven.
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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If only all lived to fulfill a life of service, instead of self-serving as so much of the many ads tell us to do. I appreciate your thought-provoking poem about the creation of humans who are made to serve others and their physical bodies return to dust/clay when life is finished. But I believe the souls enter into Heaven.
Comment Written 23-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thankyou Helen for your generous and encouraging words.. Next month I have evaluation work So I may not be able to come to the site..
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I will be visiting my mom so I won't be here much.
Hope you have a fabulous 2025!! 🎉🎵🎵💞🌼
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Happy New Year to you and family .Please convey my respects to your mother..
Comment from jake cosmos aller
a nicely done Cherita poem about creating sculpture from a lump of clay into something a lot more after the artists molds the clay and bakes it into a piece of art. Like the image
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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a nicely done Cherita poem about creating sculpture from a lump of clay into something a lot more after the artists molds the clay and bakes it into a piece of art. Like the image
Comment Written 22-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much.
Comment from Debbie D'Arcy
Dear Sanku, I can't remember the rules for a cherita poem but I know it tells a story which is what we have here. I like the way that the lump of clay has already be fashioned in the earth before it is moulded and fired once again, this time by a potter, thus perpetuating its impressive "life of service." A delightful and thought-provoking verse. Warm wishes, Debbie
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Dear Sanku, I can't remember the rules for a cherita poem but I know it tells a story which is what we have here. I like the way that the lump of clay has already be fashioned in the earth before it is moulded and fired once again, this time by a potter, thus perpetuating its impressive "life of service." A delightful and thought-provoking verse. Warm wishes, Debbie
Comment Written 22-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much, especially for getting the crux of what Ihad in my mind.
Comment from barbara.wilkey
My prayer is that during this Christmas season, you're blessed with love, peace, friends and family. This poem reminds me of the hymn, 'I am the Potter, You are the Clay'.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HUGS!!!
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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My prayer is that during this Christmas season, you're blessed with love, peace, friends and family. This poem reminds me of the hymn, 'I am the Potter, You are the Clay'.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!! HUGS!!!
Comment Written 22-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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yes . He is the potter and we are moulded by Him. Thanks for stopping by.
Comment from jaded831
Truly inspiring, to make something beautiful is its own reward. Weather you, mold a lump of clay or mold words to make that happen, you make the world a better place. Your poem did just that.
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Truly inspiring, to make something beautiful is its own reward. Weather you, mold a lump of clay or mold words to make that happen, you make the world a better place. Your poem did just that.
Comment Written 22-Dec-2024
reply by the author on 27-Dec-2024
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Thank you very much for this very kind words.
