Cutting Glass Comments

Captures quest of maker(s) .

At first i thought you were making cut glass crystal...fooled me..thank you for sharing..

Very interesting poem. Congrats.

Thanks for taking up the subject of glass or cutting glass for this poem. I have seen the process through which the glass is melt in fire and then poured into molds and blown with air to get the desired results. I greatly admire the skills of your father and how you have utilised it in your poem. Thanks a lot.

a poem full of good advice but only if you don't want a broken pain? ..............well written.

a voice calling in a dream but calling once...There is no second chance, and when break apart opens a new passage..Beautiful.

jared, i'm glad yours is the poem of the day, glad to be introduced to you. this piece is excellent- well-crafted in word choice, shape, and logic; and i like how the inanimate is made less so in how you characterize glass as in Glass is liquid, sleeping. In its waking state glass was fire once, and brightness. and i like the pieces break apart like a book opened to a favorite passage. you honor the craftsman and the material he works with. i look forward to reading more of your work. glen kappy

Interesting poem on Cutting Glass using beautiful metaphors. Enjoyed reading it. Congratulations. A well deserved selected poem of the day.

a poem full of good advice but only if you don't want a broken pain? ..............well written.

It's such a delightful poem… Glass begins to remember is an amazing metaphor for awakening to Consciousness. We remember who we truly are. Something is already here indeed, always, no matter how you cut and what! Blessings of light!

The details of glass cutting in the poem and prose comment are fascinating in themselves. But what I really liked about this poem was the resonance of your metaphors. Glass is identifies as both LIGHT and FIRE, both of which stunned with their aptness. But the description of glass as LIQUID, SLEEPING floored me. And also the completion of the task of making two glass panels becomes A BOOK OPENING TO JUST THE RIGHT PAGE. I consider metaphor to be a higher form of cognition because instead of separating things into discrete identities, it shows how thinking and language can makes seemingly hard reality SHAPE SHIFT. CATEGORIES place things in fenced in spaces, and the metaphor shows how porous, malleable, p-l-a-s-t-i-c (in its old meaning) things truly are. I respect the knowledge of the trade you gave me; I am exhilarated by the MAGIC you revealed in your poerm of METAMORPHOSES

Reading this poem it reminded me of the different stages in life's learning process.? ? ? Food for thought. Congrat! ! !

All that becomes clear..... congrats on being chosen.... a big 10+++++

Practiced carefully. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.