Maple Tree

Posted on November 22, 2019 by purplepeninportland

Written for:  dVerse Poets Pub – Meeting The Bar:  Critique and Craft  (posted by Frank Hubeny) – Imitation Practice
“The prompt today is to identify some poetic technique, theme or style that you enjoy and would like to try yourself by imitating it. Let us know what it is you are trying to practice or imitate. Some of us may want to try imitating it ourselves after seeing what you find enjoyable in a poem.”

(Inspired by The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam)

The maple tree, grown so high
was home to many birds, and I
did love to watch them flutter.
Seemed that branches touched the sky.

One morning after storm, I uttered
a cry when I saw my tree cluttered
with fallen limbs, all broken.
I knew I’d soon see a woodcutter.

A sense of being heart-broken
came over me. The charcoal sky betokened
another day of gusty winds.
I would lose my tree; left words unspoken.

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About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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20 Responses to Maple Tree

  1. rothpoetry says:
    November 22, 2019 at 3:16 am

    Very nice work! It flows just like Omar Khayyam’s poem.

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  2. revivedwriter says:
    November 22, 2019 at 4:25 am

    I agree with Dwight and enjoyed your version of the Rubaiyat.

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  3. sarahsouthwest says:
    November 22, 2019 at 6:54 am

    Great use of the rhyme scheme, and the flow is lovely.

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  4. Frank Hubeny says:
    November 22, 2019 at 4:51 pm

    Very nice remembrance of the maple tree and imitation of Omar Khayyam.

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  5. Avia Tinder says:
    November 23, 2019 at 12:35 am

    Ooooh, the Rubaiyat…that takes me back to English classes! Your Maple Tree poem is exquisite.

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  6. memadtwo says:
    November 23, 2019 at 2:38 am

    Joy and sorrow…life. (K)

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  7. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    November 23, 2019 at 9:43 pm

    I do like the form and the way you capture the sorrow of a lost tree.

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  8. Beverly Crawford says:
    November 24, 2019 at 12:46 am

    Sad story of the. Maple tree. Well done

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  9. msjadeli says:
    November 24, 2019 at 5:32 am

    You capture sorrow and grief well at the loss of your friendship with the tree. I like how the sentence is finished on the next line. Words unspoken says so much…

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