Listen to the wood.

Another piece inspired by Nancy Elizabeth Prophet. Her art has truly inspired me, 4 poems thus far... I hope each of you will read about this amazing sculptress. I will leave a few links below for you. <3

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Within my aged hands, it whispers low of

shapes within, and stories to show.

Its inner rings a map,

of twists and turns to know

where gentle curves and

strong lines grow.

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In silent hours, I hear its voice.

Guiding my tools, a waltz of choice.

Between surrender and creative force

where wood and soul entwine, endorse.

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Through shavings fallen, like autumn leaves

Its essence rises and breathes.

Freedom in beauty, my heart receives

as the wood's secrets, my spirit retrieves.

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Each grain, a testament to time and earth.

A chronicle of life and gentle rebirth.

Through my chisel, wood's soul takes flight,

As shavings dance on this moonlit night.

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As splinters fall, stories unfold of

of ancient forests and tales of old.

With every cut, a memory frees.

Whispers of winds that gently breeze.

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Through trees that stood where lovers would roam

and roots that held secrets of a distant home.

In wood's warm scent, I smell the past.

Echoes of laughter that forever last.

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The forest whispers secrets in my ear of

ancient wisdom, and love that's clear.

In every curve, a story's sway

of branches stretched on a sunny day.

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Roots of strength, in darkness, stood tall,

echoing hearts that loved through it all.

With wood dust soft, as silent snow,

my workshop peaceful, as a lover's glow.

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The wood's wild heart now beats as mine

Together crafting love divine.

Another masterpiece, added to my collection,

as I create and listen to love's reflection.

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Thank you for reading! -Sam