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Viewing comments for Chapter 7 "Wood Work, a tribute to my father"poetry
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Comment from kiwigirl2821
Hi estory, You had tears running down my face from that first two lines. It was like watching my own father for he loved the wood too. I wonder how many hours he would go to get away from seven kids and work that wood quietly smoking his cigarette contemplating an angle or sanding a corner to make it smooth. How many dressers and tables he made so we could have something nice for our rooms. Until this minute I don't think I understood anything about him so caught up in how abandoned he could make me feel. A few of us are artists, my sister in particular, and I have never understood where that came from until this moment. It came from dad.
I loved the beauty and emotion you make your reader feel from this personal account of your relationship with your own father. Words are an art form in themselves. As a writer you and I both know that. My own tell me I'm an idiot for spending the time to write especially romance as it will "NEVER" make any money. I understand the pain of not being understood. Sometimes it's a lonely trail we walk Estory, but there is love for fathers that simply didn't get at the time that we are going to go our own story, not theirs.
All I can say is thank you for writing such a marvelous piece of writing. The six most definitely is the gratitude I feel for releasing something for me this morning.
respectfully and with much love I remain, Deborah aka (Kiwi)
reply by the author on 03-Jul-2017
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Hi estory, You had tears running down my face from that first two lines. It was like watching my own father for he loved the wood too. I wonder how many hours he would go to get away from seven kids and work that wood quietly smoking his cigarette contemplating an angle or sanding a corner to make it smooth. How many dressers and tables he made so we could have something nice for our rooms. Until this minute I don't think I understood anything about him so caught up in how abandoned he could make me feel. A few of us are artists, my sister in particular, and I have never understood where that came from until this moment. It came from dad.
I loved the beauty and emotion you make your reader feel from this personal account of your relationship with your own father. Words are an art form in themselves. As a writer you and I both know that. My own tell me I'm an idiot for spending the time to write especially romance as it will "NEVER" make any money. I understand the pain of not being understood. Sometimes it's a lonely trail we walk Estory, but there is love for fathers that simply didn't get at the time that we are going to go our own story, not theirs.
All I can say is thank you for writing such a marvelous piece of writing. The six most definitely is the gratitude I feel for releasing something for me this morning.
respectfully and with much love I remain, Deborah aka (Kiwi)
Comment Written 01-Jul-2017
reply by the author on 03-Jul-2017
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Thanks again for this amazing review and all your interesting wonderful comments in support of this poem . estory
Comment from Asem.inspirations
Wow 93 years old. I suppose his way of life has maintained him. Thank you for sharing this special poem and special info about your dad. You have a different creativity than he does. This reality happens maby times these days_ It is a wonderful thing that yoy still have him. Keep up[ the great work.
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2017
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Wow 93 years old. I suppose his way of life has maintained him. Thank you for sharing this special poem and special info about your dad. You have a different creativity than he does. This reality happens maby times these days_ It is a wonderful thing that yoy still have him. Keep up[ the great work.
Comment Written 20-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 21-Jun-2017
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Thanks for your excellent review and comments supporting this piece. I am glad you got a sense of this complicated relationship, all relationships are complicated I guess. Had my first big bbq here on
Father's day with my dad and sisters. estory
Comment from Mustang Patty
thank you for sharing this vivid tale of watching your father work with his wood and come to the conclusion that though you work with words, the results are very similar.
Well done,
~patty~
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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thank you for sharing this vivid tale of watching your father work with his wood and come to the conclusion that though you work with words, the results are very similar.
Well done,
~patty~
Comment Written 18-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thank you for the great review and your wonderful comments supporting this poem. I wanted to create a piece that contained all the elements of imperfect but essential relationships; hope, disappointment, love, distance, admiration and inspiration, and I tried to tie together the elements of poetry and woodworking. it is a poem that was influenced as were a lot of my poems at that time by Seamus Heaney, and his use of action words to create music and movement in the poetry. estory
Comment from RodG
This poem is praiseworthy for how vividly it portrays your father at work, making beautiful items out of wood. I especially like all three lines of stanza 3. The son watches the father and learns enough to create his own art with words. Nicely done.
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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This poem is praiseworthy for how vividly it portrays your father at work, making beautiful items out of wood. I especially like all three lines of stanza 3. The son watches the father and learns enough to create his own art with words. Nicely done.
Comment Written 18-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks for the five star review and all your wonderful comments supporting this poem. The contrast and similiarity between woodworking and poetry stands for the inspiration and distance in my own relationship with my father. Nothing in this world or life is perfect, but the beauty and pain, the hope and poignancy of life, are what make this life what it is estory
Comment from WalkerMan
There is more than one way to make useful things; and some useful things, though not tangible, may actually outlast those that are. My own father went to college and became an accountant. My favorite uncle (married to one of my mother's sisters), who also was a friend of my father, never went to college but had vast electromechanical knowledge and skills that led to a lifetime job as a building superintendent in a major city. He wanted to force his only son (one of my oldest cousins) to go to college, so he never taught him anything. Instead, knowing I likely would go to college no matter what, he taught me, starting at age five. I wired my first house-current powered light with switch in separate electrical boxes in my parents' basement when I was six, and it worked on the first try without blowing any fuses. My father was pleased. Having those skills has been a joy as well as a money-saver over the many decades since, though my career has involved writing, research, and computers. Being creative is more important than exactly what you are creating. You did learn that from your father. Well done.
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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There is more than one way to make useful things; and some useful things, though not tangible, may actually outlast those that are. My own father went to college and became an accountant. My favorite uncle (married to one of my mother's sisters), who also was a friend of my father, never went to college but had vast electromechanical knowledge and skills that led to a lifetime job as a building superintendent in a major city. He wanted to force his only son (one of my oldest cousins) to go to college, so he never taught him anything. Instead, knowing I likely would go to college no matter what, he taught me, starting at age five. I wired my first house-current powered light with switch in separate electrical boxes in my parents' basement when I was six, and it worked on the first try without blowing any fuses. My father was pleased. Having those skills has been a joy as well as a money-saver over the many decades since, though my career has involved writing, research, and computers. Being creative is more important than exactly what you are creating. You did learn that from your father. Well done.
Comment Written 18-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks for the excellent review and all your interesting comments supporting the piece. There was a lot of love, as well as disappointment and distance in the relationship I had with my father. I think he was always very disappointed that I didn't learn cabinetmaking, and follow in his footsteps, and did not understand my love of writing and poetry at first. But I think now he does, and maybe understands too that he gave me my love of music and making things. Life is complicated, but beautiful in its complications. estory
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You are welcome. I'm glad your father now accepts your form of creativity as valid in its own way, and his important role in fostering that. His talent is primarily a "right-brain" activity, while yours is "left-brain" (thus explaining why you could not master his craft); yet the creativity is common to both. Yes, life's complications often are beautiful. -- Mike
Comment from Irish Rain
Yes, your creations are most certainly equal to his. I find though, in this 'money-hungry' world...that which doesn't produce the green is deemed worthless. A pity...because the most beautiful writings have little monetary value. Your fathers 'art' was in his wood, my father 'tinkered.' I think we come by creativity quite honestly. Happy Fathers Day!!!
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Yes, your creations are most certainly equal to his. I find though, in this 'money-hungry' world...that which doesn't produce the green is deemed worthless. A pity...because the most beautiful writings have little monetary value. Your fathers 'art' was in his wood, my father 'tinkered.' I think we come by creativity quite honestly. Happy Fathers Day!!!
Comment Written 17-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks for the excellent review and all your interesting comments supporting the poem. estory
Comment from johnwilson
This is a wonderful free-verse poem dedicated to your father. Firstly, the comparison of your father's trade to the written word is great! I loved the adjectives and metaphors. Each line made me want to read the next. I was going to show you what I especially liked; however, I really liked the entire poem. To me, this is publish-worthy.
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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This is a wonderful free-verse poem dedicated to your father. Firstly, the comparison of your father's trade to the written word is great! I loved the adjectives and metaphors. Each line made me want to read the next. I was going to show you what I especially liked; however, I really liked the entire poem. To me, this is publish-worthy.
Comment Written 17-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks again for this magnifiscent review and your wonderful comments estory
Comment from zanya
It's a time-honored dilemma - following father's footsteps or our very own star- so poignantly portrayed here - the father's unspoken disappointment- descriptions of working with wood are so striking 'Draw a saw blade like a violin bow'-
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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It's a time-honored dilemma - following father's footsteps or our very own star- so poignantly portrayed here - the father's unspoken disappointment- descriptions of working with wood are so striking 'Draw a saw blade like a violin bow'-
Comment Written 17-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks again for this great review and all your wonderful comments estory
Comment from tfawcus
What a fine description, not only of your father, but also of the skill and love that goes into hand-crafted cabinet work. There are many striking phrases in this that resonate, this being but one of them:
"To pick up those tools and learn their rough language,
Their magic of wordless construction."
I particularly liked the comparison made between a well-crafted piece of cabinetwork and a poem. A most apt parallel.
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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What a fine description, not only of your father, but also of the skill and love that goes into hand-crafted cabinet work. There are many striking phrases in this that resonate, this being but one of them:
"To pick up those tools and learn their rough language,
Their magic of wordless construction."
I particularly liked the comparison made between a well-crafted piece of cabinetwork and a poem. A most apt parallel.
Comment Written 17-Jun-2017
reply by the author on 19-Jun-2017
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Thanks again for this magnifiscent review and all your wonderful comments estory
