John Rhinem Poet I do not know?

The Master Carpenter

I have spent much of my entire life it seems somehow

Cluttering shadows walls with window box residue inside these rooms....

Considering now the hands of times potter and I, but its clay ~

While gently closing these doors, lowering the windows and, drawing the shades

Another moment amid a lifes journey; traveling far beyond chances place

Once more; consolations road winding unto the summit of hopes extended range....

This sphere above serendipities perceptions; reflections penetrating bright ~

Reasons subduing dust, to be placed in a canister of understandings

Soils of purpose and promise gathered within, stain covered palms?!

A tilling and mixture it shall be unto these, renovations dreams....

Such, jewels of visions sprinkled upon the petals and

Brushed about the partitions dividing calls; gentle pastels ~

Clarities lines, passing through this corridore inside

Cluttering walls of a shadows reprise....

Reminding myself yet again as I close the doors and, lower the blinds

My eyes; gliding atop the balustrade unto the newly carpeted landing

Slowly amid silent serenity gazing humbly across, times restoring treasures ~

Once condemned but never lost within; revelations resurrecting hands of

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The Master Carpenter

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Andrea Dietrich January 8, 2011 at 2:57 PM Ahh, wonderful, revelations resurrecting hands of the Master Carpenter. He does restore many treasures, John! Luv, Andrea January 21, 2012 at 5:22 PM Smile ˜ Yessss Baby, I Do Love You!:) *

Patricia Opel Jaye January 8, 2011 at 11:36 AM I enjoyed your reading your poem The master Carpenter good write Thank you very much for your comment on my poem entiled Thank you John take care and Happy New Year.

Sharon Ruebel January 8, 2011 at 10:01 AM Hello John, I love this reflection of a story of your treasures, I to have a home full of pictures and window boxes etc. It keeps me company always to go back and remember. Your words are like gold droplets with a chase of honey for me right now. I Thank you for spending time reading me and for your most generous and kind words. You are a love and so very talented... As Always, Shar

Sara Kendrick January 8, 2011 at 4:36 AM Interesting work..I am glad that I chose this one to read this morn..Thanks for stopping by, reading, and commenting on my work..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire January 7, 2011 at 9:43 PM You are not only the master carpenter, but the master of metaphorical verse as well, dear John. I see a humility in this write as you attempt to "restore treasures" of the past with your gifted artistry. Blessings to you, my friend. Always thought-provoking to read your fine work. Love, Carolyn

C.C Bloomsfield January 6, 2011 at 10:43 PM and thanks for the'Cinderella' spoiling comment :)

C.C Bloomsfield January 6, 2011 at 10:42 PM You say so much through your verse dear John. .i see,feel so much behind those walls,the stained palms,we all have them.The corridor,that corridor we walk everyday. .yes it can bring serenity instead of desperation,cos we have hope of a better tomorrow,let's trust 'the carpenter' to build our bridge to happiness,very inspiring John,always C.C

Audrey Haick January 6, 2011 at 8:31 PM Hey, brilliant verse, John! The Master Carpenter, indeed who also is The Master Mathematician...Master Potter, Master of all that is good! We should all close the windows and pull down the shades and remove the residue to better commune with Him.. Enjoyed your profound Narrative tonight as always. Sending grateful thanks for time taken to read me, leave always, great comments! Blessings to you As I always say, You Rock! Love the elegance in all! A very pleasant good night, dear! Love, audrey

Charlotte Puddifoot January 6, 2011 at 4:22 PM another great poem!...I love the opening lines... ~ smile ~

Nette Onclaud January 6, 2011 at 12:44 PM your metaphors astound me no end, john.. a mastery of the art..:) nette January 21, 2012 at 5:26 PM Smile ˜ Soooo Are You My Dear * My Sweeet Baby!:) ˜