mami

mami

Is that you ghosting the figments

of my whispering whims?

I have a hankering to hear your voice

catechize me in the ways to be 

I am mother’s mud

You the potter,

Niggling and fiddling

willing opportunity, happiness and success

into me

You shaped, crafted, twisted and pulled

You saw everything you wanted

I became something else

I disappointed you

I blush with muddled regret

Even now, ashes spread

I still feel you trifling, taunting and poking

around my life 

I am grateful for your talcum scented spirit

as you waft your way through my own pottering

You the potter,

I the pot

Your greatest creation?           not the pot

rather

THE POTTER

everything I always wanted

anke hodenpijl

October 6, 2012