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Saturday, February 05, 2022

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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11 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornSaturday, February 05, 2022 10:25:00 AM

    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.

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  2. indybevSaturday, February 05, 2022 10:27:00 AM

    Sad, Jim, but happens over and over again.

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  3. FireblossomSaturday, February 05, 2022 11:02:00 AM

    Jim put on his Poetry Shoes for this one, for sure. I enjoyed it very much.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkySaturday, February 05, 2022 11:35:00 AM

    I really like this one, Jim. Reflective and nostalgic.

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  5. ms_liliSaturday, February 05, 2022 3:30:00 PM

    Jim, my head is cluttered with stumps. Beautiful poem.

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  6. HelenSaturday, February 05, 2022 5:57:00 PM

    Great write, Jim! The four lines you composed as introduction are perfect. Happy Weekend to you and Ms. Jim.

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  7. Sunra RainzSunday, February 06, 2022 8:16:00 AM

    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 :-)

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  8. C. SandlinSunday, February 06, 2022 8:18:00 AM

    Love this! Late evening memories while sitting around with others is one of my perfect-day components. :)

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  9. TruedessaSunday, February 06, 2022 1:29:00 PM

    The stump remains, stumps are a reminder of what once stood. Wonderfully, crafted.

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  10. qbitSunday, February 06, 2022 4:21:00 PM

    My stump hurts!

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  11. .Sunday, February 06, 2022 5:31:00 PM

    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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