Saturday, April 28, 2007

Haiku (#16)

Ruthless discarding.
I save my own pottery
the last of it's kind.

6 comments:

Pacian said...

Like a redneck farmer visited by a flying saucer, you must help them procreate.

Or not. I made a clay reptillian monster at school. He must find validation in his own existence, because I am never touching the stuff again.

Zhoen said...

I'm referring to my back injuries, that make wheel thrown pottery not a viable activity for me, maybe not ever again. Sadly.

Pacian said...

Dang. I did search your blog for pottery to try to discern a cause, but stopped one post too soon.

Zhoen said...

Pacian,

I do expect everyone to memorize every minor and obscure detail of my writing at all times. Sheesh.

Pacian said...

I'm getting there! Honest!

But my dog ate it.

Zhoen said...

You don't have a dog.