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Aisha’s Egypt: The Potter’s Wheel

Egyptian potter with vase on wheel

The Potter’s Wheel
 
Spinning like the Potter’s wheel
Ancient days and ancient ways
Traverse this earth in cycles
 
Spinning into foggy dawn
Recycling into sunset
In boring revolution
 
Time without evolution
Spinning like the Potter’s wheel
Until the potter is gone
 
Swallowed by oblivion
Ancient days and ancient ways
Unnoticed until missing
 
Like faithful dedication
Enduring pain with patience
Or aging gracefully
 
Spinning like the Potter’s wheel
Finally the ancient ways
Spin into eternity
 
 
© 2015 Aisha Abdelhamid
Dedicated to the Potter’s wife, whose husband is now passed away –
May God have mercy on him, his family, and us all.

 
 
A few more photos of the Potter’s workshop, kiln, and pottery for sale:

pottery kiln and workshop and pottery for sale-small
 
 
pottery for sale on table
 
 
potter with vase on wheel-small
 
 
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Aisha’s Egypt: Where Old Ways Stay the Same

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Where Old Ways Stay The Same
 
Where old ways stay the same
There’s usually a good reason
Ways don’t tend to disappear
When shown appreciation
 
Love, good manners, and kind regard
Tend to wither with neglect
Seasons change and pass with time
Transitioning unchecked
 
Until no longer remembered
Until unneeded anymore
Until with unfamiliar face
Love slowly closes the door
 
 
© 2015 Aisha Abdelhamid
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Photo Poem: “Oh Cairo2,” Photo 9 of 10

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Photo 9 of 10, "Oh Cairo, Chapter 2" Photo Poem

“..Men and women and water buffalo
Patiently trod the dirt road
In the footsteps of our eldest forefathers
In the never ending ebb and flow
From home to work, from work to home
From hot to cold, from young to old
From babe in the belly, to our place in the grave…”

This photo is my view to the north, looking out my verandah windows at the dirt road that passes to the east between our house and our neighbor. The little dirt road leading to the north follows the bank of the irrigation canal, and is lined with huge eucalyptus trees. It is very early in the morning, and the man is leading his waterbuffalo to his plot of farmland, where he will work in his field all day. They have just crossed over the bridge spanning the irrigation canal which is fed from the Nile River about a half kilometer to the west of us.

This waterbuffalo is very young, you can tell by her pink skin that she has never spent time outside of her barn. She will be walked daily back and forth by this patient farmer, her skin growing darker from the sunshine, as she learns to eat fresh greens from the field and provide milk for her family. Maybe this is her first journey away from the safety of her barn and mama. Something scared her, apparently, causing her to balk at continuing, and her owner is coaxing her gently, tugging the rope to encourage her. I love the curiosity of our neighbor’s dog, too. He has climbed up onto the back of the trailer he was sleeping in to get a better look!
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Photo Poem: Brick And Mortar Outhouse

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Submitted to the Speakeasy Grid, week #151 at yeahwrite.me – This week the prompt is the sentence, “Life had once been defined by linears and absolutes,” to be used as the first line in the post, and some reference to be made to the photo “Water Well,” by Odon Czintos. Like to learn more? Click this logo to join us: