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
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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Ok I remember this one as well and I love the grouping of these. I hope you continue (yeah I read them backwards. Im a dork)
Posted 16 Years Ago
Ok I remember this one as well and I love the grouping of these. I hope you continue (yeah I read them backwards. Im a dork)
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
This is really good. It has a strange mystical feel to it for me. I really want to sit and listen as well. What would he say? Great job.
Richard.
Posted 16 Years Ago
This is really good. It has a strange mystical feel to it for me. I really want to sit and listen as well. What would he say? Great job.
Richard.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
i loved this. it tells so much...with just a few words...love it, love it.
Posted 16 Years Ago
i loved this. it tells so much...with just a few words...love it, love it.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
I love the potency of this piece. I didn't see the wordier version, but I can't imagine it; this is so perfect.
Posted 16 Years Ago
I love the potency of this piece. I didn't see the wordier version, but I can't imagine it; this is so perfect.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
I imagined the he to be Paul Thoreau. And I imagined him telling god about the great bean economy and how we all need to revisit it. With his possum grin and flannel shirt are lovely dabs...they create an instant picture of benign and humble wisdom. And juxtaposing that against god says...maybe there is goodness to be found here among we simple mortals. Great job.
Posted 16 Years Ago
I imagined the he to be Paul Thoreau. And I imagined him telling god about the great bean economy and how we all need to revisit it. With his possum grin and flannel shirt are lovely dabs...they create an instant picture of benign and humble wisdom. And juxtaposing that against god says...maybe there is goodness to be found here among we simple mortals. Great job.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
This is a simply stated truth.
There is so much to know and somuc we need to be told. Perhaps, in death, we'll have the time to listen.
A comfortable "voice" you're using here.
Yes.
Posted 16 Years Ago
This is a simply stated truth.
There is so much to know and somuc we need to be told. Perhaps, in death, we'll have the time to listen.
A comfortable "voice" you're using here.
Yes.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
Like the impression of an ol' codger carrying on with knowledge and stories even God might get something out of. Well put together.
Posted 16 Years Ago
Like the impression of an ol' codger carrying on with knowledge and stories even God might get something out of. Well put together.
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
I always love poetry that is so strong with so few words.
NH
Posted 16 Years Ago
I always love poetry that is so strong with so few words.
NH
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
From the perfect comes the perfect, the whole.
Wonderful!
Jack
Posted 16 Years Ago
From the perfect comes the perfect, the whole.
Wonderful!
Jack
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
this is f-blanking brilliant!!!
Posted 16 Years Ago
this is f-blanking brilliant!!!
2 of 2 people found this review constructive.
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Emily B Richmond, KY
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to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
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