AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART
The wood shavings curl &
curl to my father's voice
as he sings to the wood
releasing its scent
wave upon wave
of pine
crashing upon
this shore of summer
its morning long ago
forgotten.
This wood will shape shift
into a chair leg
dovetailing into
the song he sings
as the wood listens
to every syllable
as if his singing
coaxed into being
chair leg...window frame
stool or saddle.
"Oh believe me if all those
endearing young charms..."
and the wood swoons
to his planing
'''...that I gaze at so
fondly today."
Moore's melodies and pine
reaches back in time
to grasp
the moment
lost to my mind
but now returning
to its rightful place
as wood becomes chair leg
to my father's
singing.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
AS THIS MOMENT THOU ART
The wood shavings curl &
curl to my father's voice
as he sings to the wood
releasing its scent
wave upon wave
of pine
crashing upon
this shore of summer
its morning long ago
forgotten.
This wood will shape shift
into a chair leg
dovetailing into
the song he sings
as the wood listens
to every syllable
as if his singing
coaxed into being
chair leg...window frame
stool or saddle.
"Oh believe me if all those
endearing young charms..."
and the wood swoons
to his planing
'''...that I gaze at so
fondly today."
Moore's melodies and pine
reaches back in time
to grasp
the moment
lost to my mind
but now returning
to its rightful place
as wood becomes chair leg
to my father's
singing.
