Poetry by Jambo Stewart

 

They are never truly free
With minds of soft clay
Shapeless, careless, hopeless
To mould, to tweak
Day by day.

Do you conform?
Cook ’em real high
Amongst thousands of others
Until completely dry?
With all the same ridges
And all the same marks
Nothing to set each work apart.

Do you rebel?
Following ego’s desire
Create each one differently
Before casting into the fire?
Pushing taboo directions
Opposing status quo
Enforcing individualism

How many ceramic pots does it take?
To make
Rebellion a conformist act.