|Hello, EOIWriting. I am reviewing your free verse poem/story per your request. My first thought after reading it a couple times, tells me of a man who makes a clay pot, but he is unsatisified of the way it turned out. It's once soft changeable feeling had turned hard. To me, this poem/story is talking about the man himself, not a pot he made. His life is the pot, and the way it turned out is what is not satisfactory. It has turned hard, like a shell, nothing can bring back any of its softness that once existed. It won't budge at all. Even though he has tried to make it more of what his expicatations truly are, he is unable to change. He is afraid his love will not except it for what it is. And to continue to try to change it, only makes it worse. When he thinks there is no further use in trying to make the pot a better pot, he feels he has to make a decision to stay and accept the pot as it is and accept the damage that may come from keeping it or to leave it and move on and not confront the possiablties that it could ever change. When he desides to leave it, I felt saddened by this, because it is as though he gave up on himself. The clay pot he tried to make perfect.
You chose a very complex choice of words to create this silent poem of self disappointment. (Again, my opinion only) I did enjoy reading it. I hope others will see the same meaning that I saw hidden within this poem. Good job! Keep up the good work!