Open Poetry #39 |
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The Craftsman |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
The sun pierces through the cracked window highlighting a piece of hardwood he studies: his gnarled fingers probe gently, hands moving back and forth, searching, sensing. The light strikes a shining blade: he picks it up and begins: chiseling, etching, engraving, calling from the wood a precious creation capturing the memory of a fleeting life. Time pauses in his drafty shop as his sculpture comes to life between skilled fingers and powerful hands. His mind doesn't dream of praises nor compete for awards: it sees only the task at hand, enjoyment filling his soul, anticipating the blessing of touching a child's heart with a hand-made gift flowing with love. For the carver, like the poet gives substance to his thoughts. Etched lovingly in chosen wood, each image blends into the other, imitating nature's flawless harmony; a reminder for those who understand. |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
The grain becomes the soul, the breath sees the dream, and the heart scripts it's signature in crimson. Superb write! |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"For the carver, like the poet gives substance to his thoughts" oh I like this WindWalker... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful! |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
..."For the carver, like the poet gives substance to his thoughts. Etched lovingly in chosen wood, each image blends into the other, imitating nature's flawless harmony; a reminder for those who understand." Filled my whole heart, this verse... The loving hands of the craftsman. TD |
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