William Rosenberg
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I am returning to writing after a long absence from it. Currently a math and science teacher. Formerly a medical technologist who managed a hospital blood bank. My preferred medium is poetry. I also am a certified life and health coach.
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Ceremony
With each stroke of the mallet against the chisel, she could feel his movement, see the motion, hear the sounds of wood becoming. She could feel his movement when he went into the dark forest to get the rich dark wood. She remembered how he would walk the woods, and talk to the trees. How he would sit on the ground How once he found a stand he liked and just look at each of the trees. Eventually, he would talk to each tree and listen to their stories. She would watch him place his hands on each tree as the conversation went on and on, tree by tree until he finally had talked with each of them. He’d finally found the tree, a tree just right. And then he would sing to the tree, a song of gratitude, filled with sadness. Then he would pull away from the tree, still singing and calling it by name. He pull out the saw and the axe, and begin cutting down this one tree so that he had wood to work. This tree was special as was what it would create.
By William Rosenberg4 years ago in Fiction
