The history of women and wood

The history of women and wood

A Poem by Delmar Cooper
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A response to a suggestion by C.D. Campbell

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A History of Women and Wood

A boy, years on the farm

Barely notices time,

But each year the notch where the horse

Rests his long jaw on the manger

And feeds, grows smoother and deeper.

The hoe handles, never sanded,

Bought rough and used rougher,

Are yet now smooth.

Free of the least imperfection.

I hear your voice,

Feel it glide like water into my heart.

I mount the stairs to your apartment;

The oak trod shallow in the tread.

The newel, the banister, fall like silk

Beneath my hand.

So why, when I touch you

Am I surprised at such smooth perfection?

 

 

 

© 2018 Delmar Cooper


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And you got all that from horse trough or at least "horse". He does have to eat from somewhere, so I guess manger will suffice as it is a synonym for trough. Clever. Maybe I should challenge you with the words "spicy burrito" next time. Ok, I think the only thing that has been proven is that you have been holding out on us and poetry is not a waste of your time. {insert smiley face emoji of your choice} I know we kid each other and I can wax on about the typical imagery, metaphor, and all that stuff, but I think this could be published easily. That's my highest compliment. CD

BTW--At first reading I could've swore you had some type of meter scheme going.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks for your generous comment. I wrote a "short story" that more completely addressed your promp.. read more
CD Campbell

6 Years Ago

I didn't expect any type of particular form. I'm just used to pulling off my shoes and counting syl.. read more



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"fall like silk"? curious of fall...

I appreciate the warmth of the last two lines.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris

6 Years Ago

so did you bounce all-the-way down or float fluttering as the air passed by? Chuckling here.
Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

bounced up the stairs oozed down
Chris

6 Years Ago

THAT is sooooooooooo real... ouch
so wonderful you are with words my friend. Wonderful.....just wonderful./dana


Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks Dana I read all you post. I wish I was not nonplussed every time. By nonplussed I mean blow.. read more
These are the best kind of poems. When we take a phrase and let it take us on a journey. This was well played with the perfect ending.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thank you for reading and for your comment.
this is beautiful. Timeless and true.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really liked this. It opens as a sort of passage of time, then slips you into a memory. I loved all the touch sensations you layered in here which build up to a wonderful closing line at the end. Not sure the title does it justice, but truly enjoyed this piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading. The title is definitely lacking in curb appeal.
I absolutely love this poem. There is a sense of vintage love for wood, but the rich vocabulary lured me in, and made me read again. And again and once more. You possess sophistication with simplicity in this. Admirably scribed.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

I am so pleased by your gracious comment. It makes me happy that I have , for you, created the illu.. read more
And you got all that from horse trough or at least "horse". He does have to eat from somewhere, so I guess manger will suffice as it is a synonym for trough. Clever. Maybe I should challenge you with the words "spicy burrito" next time. Ok, I think the only thing that has been proven is that you have been holding out on us and poetry is not a waste of your time. {insert smiley face emoji of your choice} I know we kid each other and I can wax on about the typical imagery, metaphor, and all that stuff, but I think this could be published easily. That's my highest compliment. CD

BTW--At first reading I could've swore you had some type of meter scheme going.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks for your generous comment. I wrote a "short story" that more completely addressed your promp.. read more
CD Campbell

6 Years Ago

I didn't expect any type of particular form. I'm just used to pulling off my shoes and counting syl.. read more
I like the economy of expression in this one, and also the use of imagery that links the smooth perfection of familiar things with the feel of the beloved. A very smooth piece here.

PS: Spell check smother in line 5. Also, the line at the end needs a question mark.

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks for reading and for your comments, especially the PS. I had been mildly upbraided by C.D. Ca.. read more
Delmar Cooper

6 Years Ago

Thanks to your help those two errors are now corrected.

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Delmar Cooper
Delmar Cooper

Trussville, AL



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