A carpenter poem. Some days, we might have laid 10,000 pounds on a beam and then eaten lunch below it or on top of it and thought nothing of it while that beam silently bears the load.
Great poem. Although I am sure you accidentally didn’t add a “t” to though. I love how your life comes through your poetry. A carpenter is the perfect person to construct a poem.
A carpenter poem. Woodn’t you just know. I like this. We recently built a primitive little bitty cabin in the woods. Every board, we touched and placed in it. I relate to this poem. So good.
It is beautiful, how you translate this understanding of the mechanical aspects of your craft into poetry, and how the words expand to hold more meaning. Like you are building the structure for us to explore
What a gift that moment of realization. Like your being suddenly opened up. You brought it into this latest piece, Wes. The elements of awe and strength right there..
Yeah, that’s what it was, that sense of awe at how these carefully assembled things create a home. I felt like part of a very old trade, the oldest order which gave us shelter, protection and a place for our family.
Great poem. Although I am sure you accidentally didn’t add a “t” to though. I love how your life comes through your poetry. A carpenter is the perfect person to construct a poem.
Thanks Stan, and for catching that typo. I went back and fixed it.
A carpenter poem. Woodn’t you just know. I like this. We recently built a primitive little bitty cabin in the woods. Every board, we touched and placed in it. I relate to this poem. So good.
You “Nailed” it. Thanks for sawing, tinabeth
Thank you Tinabeth. I like your puns. Here are a couple more carpenter poems. https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/looking-at-wood
https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/would-there-be-wood. And finally
https://westonpparker.substack.com/p/more-wood
Thank you so. I like poems bunches
It is beautiful, how you translate this understanding of the mechanical aspects of your craft into poetry, and how the words expand to hold more meaning. Like you are building the structure for us to explore
That's a good way to look at it, that "hold more meaning". I once built a gazebo for a lady which she used for meditation.
I bet she could feel the care you put into the work
It was a good job and she was a good gal to work for.
Beautifully constructed, Wes. And deeply, quietly felt.
Thank you and it really was, I'm glad that came through.
A match of your carpenter’s memoirs and your beautiful skills building a poem that’s so elegant and powerful.
Many years ago I had one of those epiphany moments when a carpenter explained a header to me, I was dumbstruck.
What a gift that moment of realization. Like your being suddenly opened up. You brought it into this latest piece, Wes. The elements of awe and strength right there..
Yeah, that’s what it was, that sense of awe at how these carefully assembled things create a home. I felt like part of a very old trade, the oldest order which gave us shelter, protection and a place for our family.
A trade that so fundamentally mirrors as close to the elemental as you can get other than perhaps the warm of a fire: Shelter.
“Shelter “ would be a good title for a pome.
Carpenter Dreams sounds more and more like a good title for a book, Wes.
Yeah, that’s a good title.
It is the mental image you create for me…here, an Amish barn raising…which gets me to return to your poems more than one time. Thank you.
Thanks Carol. It is mostly the images that cause these things.