Woods Soul Released

With chisels, carvers Chip away bits and pieces Sinewy fibre; What emerges from the wood Is the essence of its soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Faulkner Avatar
November 16, 2018 at 11:30 PM
What a beautiful thought, the soul of wood, makes me think of those giant trees that are over a hundred years old!
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 10:32 PM
Oh yes, and aren't they wonderful characters, they way they bend and twist like winding roads; every turn in the bark takes one into a different area of the imagination. Thanks, Michelle.
Wolf Avatar
November 12, 2018 at 7:59 AM
You have given voice to the wonder of the universe. We are truly 'partners in Creation' with the One Above. (Of course, I guess one can say that the wood 'evolved.' Hmmm....). Nicely done! Best wishes, Gershon
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 10:33 PM
I agree, Gershon; I love when nature speaks to me. Thanks for dropping by.
Anish Avatar
November 8, 2018 at 11:39 AM
Nice poem - my great grandfather was a carpenter. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 10:34 PM
My late Dad was too; he specialized in cabinet making but made his living building homes. I don't understand it but, there's something in the blood that wood just becomes at one with; it's hard to explain but, I do love wood. Thanks again.
Cholt Avatar
November 7, 2018 at 2:13 PM
A nicely written Tanka.
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 10:34 PM
Thanks so much.
Kendrick Avatar
November 6, 2018 at 2:47 PM
It is interesting to watch people who are so talented in that area. It just seems to come natural to them. Thanks for all the visits to my page. Sara
Kiser Avatar
November 17, 2018 at 10:35 PM
And thank you, Sara.
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November 6, 2018 at 1:58 PM
I am fascinated with wood carvings, wood bowls, wood chairs, wood stumps, wood of any and every kind - balsam, sugar maple, elm, oak, pine. I love the feel, the earthiness, and the essence of each unique piece. Well done M.L.
Kiser Avatar
November 6, 2018 at 2:05 PM
I am too; my late father was a cabinet maker; he build houses for years and when he retired he built Habitat For Humanity homes. The smells of wood were always around our house and I loved'em; I love the lines and shades in the wood. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks.
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