It may have been Henry,

or Gary, or Wendell, who said

when you split firewood

it warms you twice.  And I once

wrote a poem titled Twice

Burned, a very different

story.  Sometimes you live it

once, then again on the page,

holding your pencil like a baton

and setting the tempo line by line.

And sometimes like an axe,

with a heft and a swing and a

crack that splits your life in two,

exposing the knotty grain.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, athlete, retired public health planner
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2 Responses to Heartwood

  1. Kay Middleton says:

    Poignant. Flavored with bitter truths and sweet memories.

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