thecourseofourseasons

Observations from the Garden

Scarred, deep furrows
etched into fallow field-
dull now the blade.

Scarred, deep clefts
etched into living wood-
an axe too light for the felling.

Scarred, a thin red burn
tattooed across her forearm-
remembrance of things past.

Jack Fitzgerald on November 25, 2014 at 8:37 am said:

Well-phrased. Proust would be proud.

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Sherry Blue Sky on October 11, 2014 at 5:05 pm said:

I love the photo of that wise old tree being……..so poignant, the line “remembrance of things past”.

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claudia on October 11, 2014 at 1:38 pm said:

some things in life leave deep scars – but you know… the tree keeps growing in spite of them…so do we…

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wolfsrosebud on October 11, 2014 at 8:29 am said:

don’t know why, but this reminds me of the kids who are cutting to wash away their pain

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lynndiane on October 10, 2014 at 10:32 pm said:

This poem creates a powerful image, a deep impression…so well-written.

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