dirt on the welcome mat

Tag Archives: wood

I am wooden but carved.
I learn from rough paper strokes,
But when the metal edge bears down
I pull myself in-

I am wooden but carved.
I pretend that I am a flower instead, 
My dust falls as pollen,
Sunshine smiles
Through swinging bulbs
And drills buzz the bees’ song.

I am wooden but carved.
I understand “chip on your shoulder”
And “off the old block.”
I say I cannot rest with either.
I dream of a spring field to sway in.

I hope someone sees
My sanded layers
Fall like petals.
I am wooden but carved.

Advertisements

Sort and separate
The pine needles
Pricking the parts
Of you
That still feel.

Snap the spindly
Excuses before
You’re infected
By their hardening
Poison.

Sure, you stand tall
In your stubborn resolve,
But several wobbly
Rings in your solid core
Will be all that’s left

When someone cuts
You deep enough.