Sunday, July 23, 2006

Gathering Wood For The Hearth Comments

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It wasn’t really John’s saw
that carved the branch into fire logs -
its blade severing rings of time.
The saw was mine but just like his.
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Robert Charles Howard
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Max Reif 16 June 2007

'slicing through rings of time' is great. I know well the feeling of someone 'inside', sort of joining one...

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Chuck Audette 21 February 2007

A lovely expression - 'severing rings of time'. Wish I'd thought of that! -chuck

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Not a member No 4 01 January 2007

There's comfort in this kind of companionship/kinship and this simple and necessary way to it, but translating it into a form of words and connections that allows us to feel it takes a very special talent. Being at one with your nature and the legacy you were 'living' is hard enough on its own!

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Joseph Daly 14 August 2006

This is a fabulous poem. The feel is one one innocence and nostagia. The manner of the piece is constructed so well, with an ability, on the part of the reader, to savour the words.

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Sandra Fowler 06 August 2006

The past casts a long shadow on the landscape of this wonderful winter poem.. Great atmosphere in this one, Robert. Regards, Sandra

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Robert Charles Howard

Robert Charles Howard

Wyandotte MI
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