Friday, November 6, 2015

Everything Wooden Remembers

"Kind Man,"

Everything Wooden Remembers

Everything wooden remembers its life as a tree
Even a little Even a vague memory of bright light
tingling in the body and water meeting leaves
over and over A wet handshake In my life as a
human I can choose to be sad about this or
I can honor what was forced into transforming
and see that the force we exert over our surroundings
is another form of erosion Even a soft touch can
cull surviving material from history around it
I wish to honor every stump and splinter To see
the bright sun that the branches of my house
once held


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4 comments

  1. I love this poem--have you read Jane Hirshfield's "The Button"? At the end, the button remembers being an animal tusk--I've never looked at inanimate objects the same way since!

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    1. Thank you so much, Kristin...I had read that poem a long time ago, but I didn't remember the ending! I just found it again and it is delightful, as you promised. Thank you!

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  2. Wonderful poem Hannah! Also very much enjoyed having a look at the rest of The Storialist. Thanks for including my painting in the post. Best regards, Gabriel

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    1. Thank you so much, Gabriel. I am so glad you like the poem. Your work is amazing!

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