Heartwood

Heartwood an image appears an opaque silhouette haunts your mind where does it belong? what material does it want to be made of? flames splatter around the contours. so you weld. but the impression in your heart fades away, metal and fire was not the right element. an etching? half-done you cast it aside, it was not meant to be. you let the image rest and do other things in the meantime. you paint a wall. you dismember a stoop and bring it back to life again the ghost silhouette returns, and you meet it in the forest one afternoon wood its fiery eyes stare at you through the bark forcing you to shape them, to release them from the form they are accustomed to. if you leave the image too long, it will emerge from everything around you from the pages of the book you are reading from the faces you see, from the screen you focus your eyes on. it is a stubborn image, it taunts and teases you until you take out the piece of wood again but dissolves when you aim your scalpel at the wood pulp but you are stubborn too you carry the slab of wood with you and like a hunter with a spear waiting at the water’s edge you practice patience a chisel on a wooden canvas strokes the form out of hiding you see shapes and patterns glowing inside so much junk is in between you must clear the waste blocking the way and the more you persist, the easier it flows until finally the tips of your fingers can feast on the shapes lines contours forms curves you will sand it down with your fingertips this is a creation you will never be finished with 1999 by Take Root Member Linnea Kralik It is a poem about my Dad – he happens to be a carpenter, but the poem deals with the issue that he never gave up on finding me and my sister and brother, and also with the fact that “reuniting” is an ongoing process, which never really finishes Read Linnea’s abduction...

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Back

I’ve Come Back To You I love you Dad How scary it was that my memory had faded, Or perhaps I left it behind. I did remember a few happy times, But the bad had left my mind. Regardless of what happened, The space was still alive. I knew that nothing would replace him, So I created my own happy life. I would imagine the feel of his loving embrace, The meals he’d make I could almost taste. She told me once that he had done something wrong, But I just remember only his song. ‘Share the world with human kind, Never waste a minute of your time, Keep your thoughts clean and true, And always remember that I love you’. Years have passed, and now I know him well; Every meeting makes my heart swell. Even when times are at their hardest, I know now that nothing will ever again part us. – by Take Root Member Jen (read Jen’s abduction...

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