WoodWriting Haiku Thursday's --by RusticWoodArt #69: Treasure Saved From The WoodPile

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Blog entry by frank posted 04-16-2010 04:53 AM 7379 reads 0 times favorited 5 comments Add to Favorites Watch
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Treasure Saved From The WoodPile

….designing a hole,
these holes are a salvation,
wood brings forth my name
—by flp


Whenever you see a hole for wood, remember that all holes had a start some where in time. Before time there was only a void and out of this void came forth a hole. Wood holes are to be found any-where one seeks them and what must be remembered is that these have been given to help us come out of our boxes. I have often heard these holes speaking within that “in anamnesis I have birthed you into a new realm of what can be an opportunity”. Opportunity exists all around us and what we have been given as a gift can never be held on-to by hands that clutch but must be multiplied and given back at no-charge. I am no-great writer of words nor am I a master of wood, but what I hear after entering a hole is that for which I am responsible.

Yes there was a time when I thought of selling my words, but over time and even during the last twelve months I have re-thought about what my life is all about. ’It is better to give then to receive’ are some hard words to think upon and it is up to my-self to put into action what the forest and trees have so freely given (freely received so freely give) me. And yes, in the end I am the one who makes that choice.

This wood hole has a beginning of history not shown, but for this haiku of a blog I shall start here with Treasures Saved From The WoodPile....

….next we proceed to move in closer….

….and our main story character in action once again. What I’m wondering is that maybe this wood hole’s name could more properly be called; ’A Wood Bagelwith every-thing on it….

….next I proceed to move on through and out the back-side. What a nice photo image of some ‘rock maple//sugar maple’ in the spalting stage of giving back to this wood piece some added character.

Thank you.

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” smart, work safe, and live, to work the wood....”

-- --frank, NH,

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#1 posted 04-16-2010 05:18 AM

Not unlike a Georgia O’Keefe interpretation.

-- Lew- Time traveler. Purveyor of the Universe's finest custom rolling pins.

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#2 posted 04-16-2010 05:23 AM

Frank A great save. Onward and outward.

-- I've been blessed with a father who liked to tinker in wood, and a wife who lets me tinker in wood. Appomattox Virginia [email protected]

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#3 posted 04-16-2010 03:17 PM

Beautiful picture poetry Frank. Yours is a unique way of telling a story and it’s thoughtful and wonderful, making one use their imagination. God Bless, Friend. mike

-- (You just have to please the man in the Mirror) Mike from Michigan -

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#4 posted 04-16-2010 04:08 PM

And look at that, the bagel is split…. ready to be shared…

-- Rob (A) Waxahachie,TX

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#5 posted 04-17-2010 06:07 AM

Greetings to all;

Lew; ....ah yes, when Georgia O’Keefe found New Mexico, she was released into a new realm of art. Her painting took on new colors along with diving into the abstract. A loner, she preferred to go into the landscape around her and work in the elements that were taking place at the time. New Mexico was at the #3 stage of her life and produced landscapes, mountains, trees, bones, flowers….etc. I can only imagine what being around her would have been like, but then I and all of us have to develop//find our own form of expression in art.

Karson; ....thanks for the words of encouragement.

Mike; ....”picture poetry”, I like that but what I like more is what you stated; ”making one use their imagination”. That is a ‘very good’ thing in-deed.

RobS; ....”the bagel is split”, ‘right after one looks’ and ‘just before it is shared’. I guess I should give you a gold star or better yet as Dr Suess would say in his story of The Lorax, how about one seed of the Truffula Tree! Very often I have found that you know how to get in-side my head and read what has not been scribed by words, but is still in the words of the story and the photo image. One picture is worth a thousand words and while I often leave hints at what I am trying to bring out in my blog stories and poetry, I all-ways leave some-thing out that carries a greater meaning of what I am writing about. I leave the deeper un-spoken interpretation out as I believe that no-artist has to tell all and even if one should perceive into what I’m saying….I’m under no obligation to let that be known. Not many have ever hit the nail on the head like you did this time….but with an extra power statement in twelve words you have created a ’word art of poetry’....

And look at that,
the bagel is split’
ready to be shared
—by RobS


-- --frank, NH,

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