”Poetic Wood Curlings”
....i am the one who is now speaking from within my wood of grain as your hand slides over me, feeling my texture for all its worth and yes i wait expectantly humbled by the power of this moment that one such as yourself, a master artist of unparalleled worlds should choose me as the object of your next expression of love….
....how did it ever come to this i have not the faintest clue, but i have heard the other trees of the forest talk of one such as you and this has given me faith in your impeccable name, that when this work is over, yes then i shall yet even out shine you….
....the other trees used to whisper how there was one who cared not for his name and how this one came seeking only to serve, they said that when you walked the forest with singleness of eye, that the silence that followed was poetic in-deed and then came the day when you walked in front of me and saw me for what i could yet be….
....your eyes were different then those others who came before, and when you looked at me you saw right into my core, those others said i was dis-eased and not good enough for finish wood, so they left me untouched as they moved on for more and i cried since i felt so out of place….
....you were the first to touch me and your hand helped heal my broken heart, your presence was sweet as you cut me to the ground, till taking me to your place, you gave me a home to rest and dry out as we both came to know and trust each other, why you even took the time to listen to me as i revealed myself to you….
....ah yes, i am happy now in the face of your presence as you reach over for the timber slick and carving adze to start ‘the process’ and what have i to fear since we both know that you’ve all-ready saw me as complete, a finished work of art i all-ready am….
You all have a very good day!!!
-- --frank, NH, http://rusticwoodart.tumblr.com/