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that is very cool sir...nice carving and great telling of its story through verse...
You really brought it to life. Lovely description of the process. I like how nature plays a role in these lines:summer fires had run through its veinsautumn hurled oak burrswinter icicles fell from abovespring opened up its breath
My first thought was the head of a lion or seahorse. Or perhaps the remains of a ships carved masthead. Well then you have made a garden masthead. A delightful spirit for visiting eyes. Thanks for your visit. Maybe one day I'll actually visit 'Lucy'.
Your poem is a whole creation process. I especially like the lines and verses that express how you talked to that root and it listened and led you to the spirit head within it. Had a friend who bought some property that was choked with gnarled grape veins. She would spend time, talking to them, then listening to where they wanted to go, slowly bending them into the most beautiful dream catchers. She sold them and with the money, built a wonderful home on that piece of property. I spent more than one evening watching her do that cooperative magic by bonfire light. Wonderful story and poem Wayne and thank you for the memories.Elizabethhttp://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
thank you for your warm words Elizabeth....we live in the woods in the Rocky Mtns....I cut my own wood for the winter so I see soooooooo many roots and gnarls in the bush...quite amazing and so getting my wood doesn't seem so hard...also inspires me for muy paintings and poems and all that is good.
Wayne, this paean to art from nature, from found objects, is wonderful. Imagining the former life of the tree, tracing all it was witnessed in its seasons, and finally following it to its new home. Truly a magical poem! Peace, Amy
Well crafted poem, and a wonderful underlying story.
Very cool! I love trees, each and every part.
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