Sunday Muse - Tree that Was
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Dad's day is done
his axe has dulled
shirt is salty
smelling of sweat
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They Have Left
When the tree has gone
We're left with the stump
Stumps are memories
Always they remain
The tree is no more
Tree cutters have gone
To lumber was morphed
Boards in commerce pile
Its parts will linger
They don't go away
Good times and the sad
Stay here just for us
We'll laugh a little
And we'll cry a lot
Wipe our tears away
Still the stump will stay
Buy a wooden stool
Come sit by the stump
Split a log to burn
Warm our toes
Watch the smoke
We can reminisce
Beauty--tree that was
Note: This can be read literally or metaphorically. The latter could be the aura after a child has left home.
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- Photo Prompt furnished by Carrie at The Sunday Muse #197, http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/02/sunday-muse-197.html?m=1
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Labels: Artistic Interpretations, Metaphorical Poem {??}, Sunday Muse 01, Trees
posted by Jim @ 2/05/2022 08:59:00 AM
11 comments
11 Comments:
In a subtle way it remains me of the giving tree. Any tree taken is a sad thought indeed. Thanks Jim for joining in with your lovely poem.
Sad, Jim, but happens over and over again.
Jim put on his Poetry Shoes for this one, for sure. I enjoyed it very much.
I really like this one, Jim. Reflective and nostalgic.
Jim, my head is cluttered with stumps. Beautiful poem.
Great write, Jim! The four lines you composed as introduction are perfect. Happy Weekend to you and Ms. Jim.
A thought-provoking take on the prompt, Jim. And yet even as a stump, the tree is beautiful, as a seat to sit and ponder, as a ghost of the tree that was once there, as the metaphor of the grown child who has gone...great write :-)
Love this! Late evening memories while sitting around with others is one of my perfect-day components. :)
The stump remains, stumps are a reminder of what once stood. Wonderfully, crafted.
My stump hurts!
I have a stump of a tree that was taken away, not by my choice.
It always makes me stand still for a moment and think of the tree, that was so beautiful. I thought at the time they should have left a few slices...
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