Today I emersed  myself in the simple joy on honest sweat. Cutting logs into two foot lengths. At my age it takes a lot longer with frequent resting but it feels so elementally  GOOD!




Cutting wood

 

 

 

Wiping sweat from my burning eyes 

Sawdust masks in golden stripes

Mahogany face aching thighs 

Rest ice water simple delights

 

Logs stacked in random tossed array

Await my saw in reducing stacks 

This sun drenched windy summer day 

Cutting wood for the splitting axe

 

Shirt soaked with sweat from honest toil

Worn jeans torn by an unseen bramble

Gloves piebald with lubricating oil

So alive this day far from life’s babble

 

 





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-07-01 at 19:02

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Michael R. Burch
Great imagery and the poem brings the scene to life. Very good, I think.
2021-07-03



Yes, very good, Joe. Members of Coo & Co are not able to perform such a task, but we are reminded of our FT's older brother using an axe to split logs, so we are able to enter the poem :>)

We particularly like 'Mahogany face' and 'Gloves piebald', but it is all very vivid and vibrant. Good work, Joe :>)
2021-07-02


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo. For those with a liking for the physical, cutting & splitting is truly one of life's great pleasures.
2021-07-02



I love the vigour, the gusto, the energy of this poem. And of course, its lived imagery.
2021-07-01