Written for: Poetic Asides #503
“For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “My Funny Valentine,” “My Annoying Parents,” “My Loving Wife,” “My Uncontrollable Urges,” and so on. There are so many possibilities.”
Over many years
I have developed a love
of trees. Beauties all,
all-knowing. What they
must have seen through
years of war, wildfires,
droughts.
In backyard of a previous
house, I was introduced
to the Hinoki tree–feathery
fingers of leaves that shoot
up rapidly. In my current
home, out front, a splendid
Sycamore resides, shedding
bark until nearly smooth.
Bumpy mounds surround
bottom, and tiny leaves
spring out of sides.
A Japanese Maple lives
opposite the Sycamore. They
get along well, except
when bark breaks off
Sycamore landing on top
of Maple.
