Mark A. Haley 2010 photo
Photo prompt presented by Tess Kincaid
Poetry challenge by Magpie Tales
standing mid-ascent
the sky reflects my mood
the impaled tree in the distance
stands alone, plowed through and indifferent
a huge, abandoned, empty water main pipe
indiscriminately dropped, splitting the tree
which simply adapted and grew around it
teaches lessons in it's silence
the open meadow is dry
over baked by the sun
many dying from lack of rain
it crunches beneath my feet
were these stone steps
laid to hush the sounds of loneliness?
so pilgrimages could be made
to the solitude of sitting beneath a tree?
the wind always finds me
on this hill of pondering thought
taunting me with wind whispers
or yelling with rumbling thunder
the effort is always rewarded
if nothing more
than the example of determination
and steadfastness
the view gives insight
much appreciated
by a familiar friend
even if it is a tree on a hill...
10-1-13 ©dkb
3 comments:
Trees on hills can make for great guideposts. Well done!
Beautiful job! You really know how to paint a picture with words! I could have imagined the same picture, just with the poem :)
Have a wonderful week!
K.
I especially like the stanza about the wind...nice...
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