Friday, May 3, 2013

monk's tools


chip off the lingering rust
grind it
down
to a sharp sheen

refit the new sanded handle
in good n'tight

can't fix anything
with broken tools

13 comments:

  1. true that...
    an artist, a craftsman knows
    you must care for your tools.

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  2. My husband is meticulous with his tools especially his knives, he makes furniture and carves as his side hobbies. This is a wonderful poem!

    I am
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  3. This is fabulous my husband is very meticulous with his tools

    I am
    http://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/

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  4. I have too many tools that need fixing. Sometimes that's the problem with life ;)

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  5. I like the conservation of words and the images you use which all fit the poem's theme of efficiency and grit.

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  6. the last two lines are absolute gems.its a wonder how the most commonplace lines acquire such resonance in your poems.

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  7. True...gotta tend to that rust!

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  8. If only we could fix ourselves as easily...

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  9. Lovely stuff - such is the serenity of the tired monk.

    Agree with Jinksy's comment...t'would be nice if we could...

    Anna :o]

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