In hands of discipline, a stern
reminder of his painful skill,
his fingers stiffen, knuckles burn,
as muddy clay begins to turn.
The ceramista from Brazil
exerts a steady pressure still,
a vision slowly taking shape,
projecting his artistic will.
The potter lets the time escape
while choosing tools to shave and scrape
his fleeting terra-cotta vase
with hopes to form the perfect nape.
The anguish on the artist's face
is not perceived with art's embrace.
Its birth is not of much concern
when filling just the perfect space.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.