The Woodworker

The Woodworker

A Chapter by Emily B

He's gone to be with God

with his possum grin

and his flannel shirt.

If the good Lord

has any sense at all

He'll sit down

and listen a while.

I know I would.



© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
I found a post-it in the car. I had remembered way too many words. I put it back to the original way.

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I hadn't read this one and it is so loaded with narrative, despite its paucity of words. It makes me about what I will or won't have achieved by the time I kick the bucket, and will it, or won't it matter a jot. A very touching and thought-provoking piece.



Posted 16 Years Ago


5 of 5 people found this review constructive.




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Decided to start at the beginning with this. They're all so good. :-) I love this. Stunning portrait in miniature.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Some pointed clarity on my remark: I get that the intention is playfulness, it just doesn't come off this way for me. It's dour you know? Otherwise, I love this poem.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"If the good Lord has any sense at all ..." " I know I would. "

This is more hubris than blasphemy I think ... and its off putting. I'm not sure why it does, but it needs some tweaking to set solid with me anyway.

I love the 'possum grin', flannel shirt and general sentiment. I find myself in some far away woods in a cabin bearing witness. Strong write.


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i really hope god sits down wit me when i die and listens.lol Great Write i love this one

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

he must be someone very special ,i am sure..

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Truly lovely work. Woodworkers are usually meditative people... I always think they get wisdom from the trees ... but then I am a romantic. Beautiful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Straight out of the words of Mark Twain. Utterly blasphemous yet told in such a light-hearted, bucolic way as to not even offend the most religious, hillbilly soul.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Like this. The good Lord was a carpenter too, remember. :-)

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Concentrated... excellence Em !

"If the good Lord

has any sense at all

He'll sit down

and listen a while.

I know I would."

Sounds like a strong willed but lovable relative ?


tre's bien

Blessssssssss


Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I agree with others - this says so much in only a few words. It's a beautiful tribute and beautiful words.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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