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the craftsman
by Jared Fladelanda man wicks away
at a chopped up piece of lumber
slick slack slice,
chirping away little pieces of wood
until an elf
with griswald teeth
and blueberry eyes
emerges
like a saint accepting knighthood.
Every time I catch the stare
of that little mad hatter,
it makes me sharpen my breath a few notches in tempo
but I think that man,
where ever he is,
died with withered hands,
because he put all his life
into his work. 09/23/2006 Author's Note: that's what creating art is: creating something that affects someone, good or bad
Posted on 09/23/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
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| Posted by A. Paige White on 09/23/06 at 10:56 PM This was really good.~"chirping away little pieces of wood
until an elf
with griswald teeth
and blueberry eyes
emerges
like a saint accepting knighthood." is what the whittler was... cool concept. Great read. |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 09/24/06 at 08:15 AM Nicely done, Jared. I like the last stanza with its strong visual. This is what the modern world is lacking - individuals who learn all there is to know about a craft and take pride in their work. We are becoming a civilization of mass production. And it stales over time. |
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