Posts Tagged ‘wood’

Would You, Wood I: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

March 26, 2013

I didn’t think you/
would, though you said you would. Now/
we’re like wood: Splintered.

Upon observing the road taken: a Revolutionary conTEXTing poem

March 9, 2009

When the Frost/
had melted/
and she noticed/
where she stood,/
looked back,/
viewed the wood,/
she smiled. Where she was,/
was good.

Burnt hurt dumb thumb! A comical revolutionary poem

February 15, 2009

I burnt my thumb!
I feel so dumb!
But I also have to say
I singed my wrist yesterday!

The logs we cut
do not fit
in the firebox!
(that’s the size of it!)

A 16 inch cut
will, of course,
let me put wood straight in
without using force!

But these logs were sawed
by some hand unseen
after they were felled
to measure 18!
So wrestle, push, pry,
twist, poke, force,
balance and jam must I,
and then, of course,

Sometimes my finger, hand, arm,
or wrist, will slip up and touch
that hot iron box!
“Does it hurt?” “Yeah, pretty much!”

But gas heat is expensive
and the wood, it is free!
Though I’m apprehensive,
we burn the felled trees!

And I have to suffer
and force more wood in;
there is no safety buffer!
I’ll probably burn me again!

Singe my wrist, arm, hand, thumb,
finger, and again feel warm, and dumb!