Keeping my head above water...is like a daily ritual
without an end in sight.
I feel...that I resemble a spider clinging to life
on an invisable thread;
For...I am surviving through the strength of my design
and the pattern of my intricate web.
Confusion...sometimes is only an illusion to the race
I constantly run.
There seems to be so many different directions,
that...I could follow in this man made maze;
So...I keep surging straight ahead...trusting totally in
that authoritative voice...from within...without asking.
Milo Von Strom
Man Of Clay
Everytime...I work with Clay
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
a warm feeling of oneness with the earth
gently washes over my soul.
Because...I know that this wounderful skill
that I have is a gracious gift from God.
And...there is no more wounderful feeling
on this earth...
Than to be able...to create...what you dream.
Milo Von Strom
Milo Making Pots
Laura's Creations
milo_strom@hotmail.com
Which piece of pottery do you like best ?
Computer Guy
Raptor In Waiting
Spin And Create
She gave me her heart
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
and I placed it gently
on my potters wheel,
spinning and shaping it
as I desired.
I glazed her innocent eyes
with a lover's passion,
as I sealed our love
with a smoldering kiss.
She was a shiny new possession
unique in her design,
but then there was another...
waiting for me, to spin and shape;
so I set her aside...
like all the others...before
who learned to late,
that a potters...only true love
is to spin and create.
Milo Von Strom
Praying Mantis
Green Celadon Bowl
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
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