reducing the rounds

A Poem a Day in October 2016: #18

two rounds of wood
one atop the other


one is the smiting block
the other is pieces of firewood
in potentia


and I
am the splitter

holding that implement in my hand
hefting the weight
to obtain the balance
in the sweet spot
where it is me and I am
the splitter

working the perimeter
slicing the round
into pieces to be heaped at my feet
while I swing
while I smite
there’s nothing so sweet as the sound
of my edge biting deep
creating a fissure

to strike
and to strike
until the monster round
is reduced
reduced again

nothing left
to challenge my firebox
stack it away
under cover

let it dry and wait
the other end
of summer

© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #19: a good girl

Photo Credit – Me. For a change.

4 thoughts on “reducing the rounds

    • Hi Paula.

      Thank you. I don’t see myself as a photographer. That might change if I ever get around to upgrading my phone to an I-phone or similar, but mostly I’m content to just do the words as best I can.

      Being on the blog creates a bit of an imperative, though. Interesting to note that as I go along.

      Thanks for dropping by and I’m glad you enjoyed the piece.

      Meanwhile, there are rounds to be reduced in the back yard …




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