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one man
by Kristina Woodhillwhat makes one man
be the one who saw
and searched and tried
and claimed the prize
and rang the bell long
before the rest even
thought it time to eat
what makes his eyes
seek that fleece spent
on the shearing floor
his rough and toughened
fingers bent on giving it
his gilded touch then using
it to line his hand carved seat
what makes his ears hear
the drum's strong beat the sound
so often lost from songs
discordant drowned yet he
alone brings out pure tones
while tapping out its
cadence with sure feet
what makes one man
the one we all desire
to be yet cannot see
that ancient rusting
irony when we only want to
hold the knife but
never cut the meat
01/13/2007
Author's Note: A tribute to my dad who lived his dreams, learned to fly, traveled the world, loved his family, worked hard, laughed, in the short years given to him.
Posted on 01/13/2007
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/13/07 at 08:09 PM The strong tone and texture makes this an excellent read. Wonderful picture of a man who seemed to loved life and went about it thoughtfully . This poem is a read treat. Thanks. |
| Posted by Peter Humphreys on 01/14/07 at 04:44 PM This is a gentle, vivid, flowing tribute. Thought filled. Beautiful. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 01/16/07 at 04:27 AM WOW.... I don't even know how to comment other than that. One Man... *sigh*... I truly wish I had the words to write a good comment here. This made me feel kind of sad, as if during a lifetime the wonder was never recognised... Probably got it all wrong, yet I feel a yearning while reading... a wishing that the world had recognised how very special this "One Man" was. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 01/17/07 at 08:12 PM this piece is so full of power and encouragement! what a lovely tribute! |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 01/19/07 at 12:22 PM Beautiful and a fitting tribute t your father. This also talks to me, as those that know me, because I too hear the beat overlooked and I know that I am different and revel in it. Some call it strange, some call it genius, some call it whatever. However for me, as this poem says so well, you've got to cut the meat, or try and not worry about failure to get the most our of life. I've always believed in the axiom: "Show me someone who has never failed, and I will show you a failure". |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/19/07 at 03:21 PM Excellent poetic description. Sounds like a man I'd like to meet. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 01/20/07 at 07:49 PM A wonderful tribute it is. Reminds me of every artist I have ever read about, while reading all the faces flashed in and out. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/03/10 at 04:00 PM Kristina, a saw this poem for the first time today and had to let you know that is really quite tribute to your father. A great wtie lady. |
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