Musings on Knotty Pine Memories

valance2aMusings on Knotty Pine Memories

Knotty pine from the dark corner of someone else’s
Remodeled basement release a familiar odor as I
cut it down to size. The resin flavored aroma sends me
to another place. But I don’t know this place.
I have no conscious memory of this place. Just a feeling, a
Connection to something before now. But to when? To whom?

The knotty pine is cut and the new shapes assembled into
Valances that will be remodeled again one day. Will the future
Deconstructed valances bring the deconstructor here, to this memory?
To me? Will I live on namelessly as an unpinpointable shadow of a memory?

I rest my hand on the valance. I breathe the remnants of
The resin tainted vapors and leave my memory in the wood.

About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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4 Responses to Musings on Knotty Pine Memories

  1. SwittersB says:

    Beautiful word picture of vague recollections. Nice.

  2. metiefly says:

    Wood has such a phenomenal grace to it… What floors me is that every piece comes from the air we breathe, in the process that creates our oxygen. Wonderful post – regards, metiefly

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