Sunday Muse - Tree that Was

 

                           Photography by

                         Kristine Wayman

               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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Friday Writings -- my printer's set

[Jimmiehov 2008]

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This is the magic machine that types large print. Did you ever know how it was done? 

 http://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2008/02/magic-printing-machine-jim-bunch-eats.html  

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Black and white 

Black and white and shades of grey 

That is how my printer's set 

Clothes solid black so's my food 

Color is not for my eyes  

I'm a simple guy easily confused 

My dominoes solid black 

Count the numbers by white dots  

Socks that way too twelve pair black 

Toes in white, "Fruit of the Loom"

I'm a simple guy easily confused 

Ball point pens write with black ink 

Comb is black my toothbrush too  

Suit is all black tinted grey 

Tie's black and white checkered bow  

I'm a simple guy easily confused 

Even my hair once was black 

Now turning white splotchy grey 

Snow in my yard pearly white 

Ashes of black chimney spews 

I'm a simple guy easily confused 

Don't mix me up grey's okay 

My black shines bright frames my white 

White lies I tell they're for good 

Black peppered food's Cajun hot 

I'm a simple guy easily confused 

It's yes or no go or stay 

Pucker or smile laugh or cry 

Swallow or choke eat or drink

Dance or quarrel kiss or cuss 

One or other can't have both 

Like a simple guy easily confused 

[Jimmiehov 2022] 

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2008 and 2022, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rosemary at The Friday Writings 12 URL page,

 https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/search/label/Friday%20writing%20prompts

 - Rosemary has asked "us to please write about color or the absence of color."