I saw it on my morning jog
a stolid, gnarled hunk
an impassive
thick solid trunk
that met my
brittle egg head--
head on
as I sped on
on my Flexible
Flyer sled.
And after 40 years
I stopped in my path,
and remembered getting up
but then falling
on a thick carpet of snow.
And when I woke
the thick orange-red
oozed from my young
and numb skull.
And I was proud.
Now
like my father
a man with
a purple heart
and a little metal in his skull
both of us
veterans of war
and life,
blood brothers
under the knife.
I wondered
if that tree
in its deep-rooted terrain
has a scrap of my brain
flowing in its twisted, green veins.
And I swear
I stopped
because that tree called to me
and I saw
a new branch
a sapling,
spry
leaning toward the light.
Yes,
I am sure
that tree
has a piece of me.
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I Bet The Tree Is Now Majestic In It's Maturity of 40 some years too.
I enjoyed reading your poetic memory. And smiling too :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Be safe,
Karen
I love the mix of humor and sincerity here:
"brittle egg head" and "numb skull" had me laughing.
Then, the second-to-last stanza gave me pause.
And the last stanza ties it all together:
Yes,
I am sure
that tree
has a piece of me.
I'm sure you're dad could same the same of you.
Very well done.
Leo
like my father
a man with
a purple heart
and a little metal in his skull
this idea here is BRILLIANT!
when i first read purple heart i thought he was dead. i dont know why. but then i followed the thought process through before i even read it and decided if you were talking about a war medal then i was gonna worship you XD
that was really well done.
and you prolly deserve a purple heart for taking that tree on so valiantly lol.
its funny when we pause to look at something from our past... now that we are grown up and moved on.
i saw an army truck the other day and my heart got a little stuck in my throat for a split second... when i was little my dad told me that the army was put on earth to shoot you when you get too old and that they decided how old too old was... he doesnt even remember saying it but for years anything to do with the army would land me in hysterics. i hadnt seen an army truck in the longest time and when i saw it on tuesday i was transported back to those memories... its a silly thing but tied up in my mind forever...
and yes. im sure that tree has a piece of you.
makes me think of "you wanna piece of me, punk!?"