That Iron Pot


Iron pot with a lid
strong filled with heat
that either cooks or destroys.

I am this pot
brewing life within
until it is ready to
feed me and then
to give generously
to all, this food
of life called “love.”

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4 Responses to That Iron Pot

  1. MOMENTS says:

    Beautifully penned, Pat. Deeply existentialist about the sense of our lives. The metaphor of the iron pot is original.

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  2. viewpacific says:

    Sometimes feels like a white-hot crucible.


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