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Woodcarver |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Woodcarver See his fingers, bent with age He trembles as he turns the page Finds the face by which to engrave The vision that he would now save… For no wife has he in all these years And lonely is he save for his tears So he would carve her beauteous face To hold within his hands’ embrace… In a box from below the ledge He brings forth woods from which to edge A living form, though no breath will know This statue’s lungs, or cause her glow. Soft, creamy white of American Lime Is not a proper wood this time, He turns the box to peer some more Pulls out Butternut to weigh its core Of golden red, its weight is fine, But still not what he had in mind, Perhaps a bit, but it doesn’t hold The qualities for her sweet soul… The Walnut’s burl is picturesque It’s swirls and curls are quite burlesque, Too much is here, where is the plain, That holds the song of her refrain… The Obeche is featureless, No thrill is here, no sweet caress, He discards this wood, for one more find And indeed it’s this that fills his mind… The Jelutong, like Butternut, Is waiting for the touch of cut, It’s soft and has a silver sheen Much like the figure of his dream, Its channels where the sap ran warm Will hold the mysteries of her charm He eyes it with his inner soul And reaches for his tools of old He works the night by candlelight Carves from memory’s feel of right A simple maid, with silver hair And it lives, beneath his care He could swear he feels the pound of heart Beneath his fingers, it gives a start And does the pulse of blood flow red? As through the channels it has bled… Woodcarver’s mind begins to sing A mantra, chant, as if to bring The lady forth, for just one dance, The lady lives, by fate? Or Chance? Jelutong, Jelutong, wood so fine Bring back to me the love that’s mine Let her breathe, just once again, And take us back to love like then But in his palm lays her curved, carved face Staring at him, empty of embrace, Still her countenance sheds a tear As if Juletong channels felt his fear. On the workbench, he gently lay The love of his life, carved this day. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (07-26-2002 12:08 PM).] |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I like this a lot Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Oh Dang Karilea!! You gave me goosebumps and made my eyes tear! Oooh, this is SO beautiful... You are such a talented writer! And..the images in this are so real and vivid. What a wonderful tale of the woodcarver you penned for us today! Thank you for the  Into my library it goes! ~Hugs YOU!~ |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms sunshine you make me miss my woodie that was the coolest old 49' didn't run but it sure got great gas milage this was a really primo set of images..wowza |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Karilea....I have to say, without reservation.... This is one of your finest pieces of poetry you have written.... Beautifully done....such a treasure... |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoys  |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (smiles) Oh Karilea, this is wonderful, sweet friend, this made me cry because it made me think of my Joanna and how she was carved from wood in His workshop and that we are truly meant for each other! (sigh) This is beautiful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Karilea, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Sunshine - I knew someone like this once. He's gone now but never forgotten. A very nice write... BC |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Oh, wow... I'm gonna ditto Magnus... for though I expect (and get *S*) excellence every time I open one of your poems, this one is simply outstanding! Beautiful work... a definite [This message has been edited by suthern (07-26-2002 11:38 AM).] |
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paladin
since 2001-08-05
Posts 930Pensacola,Fl. |
I have known the pure joy of working with wood.It is truly pleasing when the grain yeilds to skilled loving hands.Wonderful read. paladin |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Karilea I felt like I could touch her face...there is nothing like a wood embrace. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Aww Karilea, Wish I could carve like that and better yet the writing! Like Nancy Lee this gave me goose bumps. A keeper for sure and such a touching poem. It seems about now I can relate to some of his emotion. I'm not sure how you do this...but don't ever stop. Thank you.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
Its channels where the sap ran warm Will hold the mysteries of her charm He eyes it with his inner soul And reaches for his tools of old Oh what a sad and lovely poem, you carved for us, Karilea... its a real  ~ chipmunk hugsLyra |
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