Short Hardwood Poems

hardwood memories
well-rooted, time-tested, safe
~ hiking in mind’s woods...

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Linear form hewn from tree	
cold to touch
of bare feet

© Feb 22 2010      Charles Henderson...

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Hardwood floats on
 river ever flowing
Deepest roots hold still



12/29/21: '60s Grand Banks 42 - Village West...

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lake-born brown wild rice
	dried flat by hot hardwood flame ~	
		canoe rests onshore

(October Full Moon – Dakota)...

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I skiddle down the hardwood hall;

Scratching, sliding, bump and fall.


                         Your floors???!!!...

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Whenever he spoke it was a shout
He charged through life like a boxing bout
He took the blows and stood
He was a tree of hardwood
But soft his voice when I would doubt...

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Putting Out My Brown Hardwood Mulch

Grass was old and would wither;
Four yards of mulch  did deliver;
Pure delight;
To see invite;
Now enjoyment  a great giver.

Jim Horn...

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A basketball player named Odom
Wants to dribble the balls in his scrotum
   He tries to bounce them
   Hardwood boards renounce them
Odom can't put 'em back ~ has to tote 'em!...

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I long for November
where a flush of berries
meets the skyline
The barks are formed clear in Winter
Give a gift of hardwood not flowers
in an act of loving kindness
Feel the rain
overland and ocean bound...

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Spring Volleyball - A Haiku

meandering thoughts
a  high, volleyball volleying
out of untied shoe

~

n the gym forthwith
before hardwood floor bouncing
because of the net



4/22/19

Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©...

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A flash of lore
A contour of light
A shadow of awe
A birth of flight

A leap of faith
A hardwood stare
A tongue smitten
A signature of air

A game to envy
A will to win
A court to rule
A child of the rim

A legend of ball
A shoe of flight
A world palmed by
A swoosh named Mike...

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Freedom lies
   in a reckless dance.
So I spin,
   flailing my arms.
Feet thud
   across a hardwood floor
Scream out loud,
   reveling in liberation
Forcing myself
   to shed my interior
Scratching my flesh,
   I bleed to release.
Finally spent,
   my rebirth has dawned....

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Torn pages lie on hardwood
       in uneven pieces

  
Salty water streams from sad eyes
      when no one is watching

  
Angry fists bruise small cheekbones
       thin lips now shine swollen

  
Young ears staind black, hatred is born
      from the evil down the hallway...

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How do you feel about anger?
Does it feel good
like other passions?
Is it a friendly device
like a sharpened axe
to shape the hardwood?

Can one be
forgiven for it?

When I hold
anger in my mind's hand,
I cut through ropes,
jam smooth 
uneven walls.

It vibrates hard
like a rifle butt....

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She stood drifting around back and forth
on her shoeless naked feet
on the scorching sand dunes
reminiscing on the horizon
of all the summers she and he 
spent together watching sunsets
taking selfies and free diving in the waves
but today she is left all alone
navigating the ocean of hardwood
without him by her side...

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Woven into the fibers of every rug
   Burnished in the grains of hardwood floors
Shining in the panes of sunlit windows
   Carved into great oaken doors   

Gleaming in newly polished silver chalice
   A recipe of love, a woman's dearest wish
In the pride of her kitchen, aglow on each utensil
   Baked into her every dinner's dish...

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Autumn has tinged gold the sycamore leaves
And turned crimson the sumac's soul
Sweet gum's burgundy five-pointed star pleases
Red the shade of maple's tri-fold

Fall decorates the hardwood forest
A reprieve before stripped bare in the cold
When no longer songs from spring's chorist
And crickets' love a thing now untold  ...

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The faithful common English yew,
a hardwood,deadly but true,
ornamental,a shelter too.

When it takes root it's here to stay
through storm and tempest
it will not sway.

Evergreen,spreads its wings
far and wide,
many a secret to hide.

In churchyards,oft is found,
long out-lasting those nearby,
buried in the hallowed ground....

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Little feet prance
On a hardwood floor
To music unheard,
Yet in the minds
Of insane poets
And rotting corpses.
The flesh speaks
And whispers
Words of false wisdom,
And remains within
The ornate tombs
Of murderers,
Where the mind
Still endlessly whirs.
Keep the coffin
Closed and sealed,
Or suffer a
Bittersweet ending,
My little one....

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Four-legged guard patrols the papered wall,
Stood by whispering windowpane wind drawls
She is grand, grandiose hardwood keys small
And all across the lounge room rug, she sprawls.
Four-legged guard waltzes to the evening ball.
She dances in her homestead in A minor calls,
The acoustic pride echoes bold and tall
And the chorus chords charms the hall....

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Listen to poem:

The Dancer
David J Walker

I will never be the 
Dancer I dreamed of
Gliding across the floor
Moved by the music 
And bowing to the audience 
Wanting more
Applauding 

Her lament as heard by the four
Who formed a ring 
Encircling 
their mother

Applauding every 
Graceful movement 
On the hardwood floor
Guiding them through life
Want more 
	And more...

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Her pale face is voided antiquity,
a paper-thin line

fallen fresh
from flowery fallacy 

to hardwood floor, coiled 
cold & blue in landing;

words, like little 
droplets of April rain,

a distant deluge
of drought parsing orange

Hemerocallis petals

trenching 
around her.

To see it unfold.

Bent at the altar,
Spring’s forgotten daughter can’t....

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I want to wrap myself in your arms
Feel the tension drip away
Like a leaking faucet
I want to leave all my angst
On that hardwood floor
Never to be picked up again 

That might seem trivial to some
But for me 
It is an opportunity to breathe more easily
A chance to laugh from my core 
Instead of pretend
That I can do this on my own

©132509032016...

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have you ever
wondered what life
could be if you
never had to sweep
another hardwood floor?
never had to fold
another fitted sheet?

i had a dream
where i was
a carrot; wrapped 
in loamy love,
green leaves slaking
their thirst on sunlight.
i don't wonder anymore

when i close my human
eyes, earth worms tickle
my orange stomach,
& i laugh my new
vegetable laugh....

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On the hardwood court, they don't play very well.
Their shooting and defense really look like hell.
They have been piling up the losses this season.
Mediocre play has been the ultimate reason.
For their game tickets, I will pay no money.
The team's management must not think it is funny.
This squad is the laughingstock of the NBA.
Perhaps they will get their act together someday....

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