- Non-Erotic Poetry
- sawing moments
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to build with timber
one must cut wood
sawing for moments
while one stood
a thought see-saw
across my mind
of yesterdays
tasteful as aged wine
to read the grain
predicting the bow
for cutting the wood
releases tension grown
the push and pull
that life casts
like the surf
that comes in laps
To push a blade
with firm hand
minutes of labor
in working strands
Images of you
basking on a bed
sensually wanting
me in my head
a driving force
of pulling hard
back and forth
boards are scar's
like our salty life
on sweet sugar days
the memories
linger then they fade
standing firm
a strong footed stance
just man and wood
doing a saw dust dance
soft moments
come flooding back
embedded in the grain
of our lives and tracks
hard wood or soft
it makes a difference
sandpaper smooth
becomes entranced
we shared our lives
back and forth
perhaps that's why
I still carry the torch
drawing a line
placing the saw
cutting wood
that's all
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 18 years agoof vitality at is finest...sometimes your muse is really paying attention to your heart...lovely..hugZenblue
sweet GA peachesover 18 years agoWouldn't it be much easier,
if we all went the same direction..
But then again my friend,
nothing ventured, nothing gained.
And then there is that-
blood, salt, and tears..
You cherish most,
what you have to work for..
a thought for my mind..
*****
-sGp-
