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Once upon a time I was blooming tree in your garden;
Bearing fresh flowers and fruits for you alone;
You spoke to me, and took care of me; as if you and I were one;
But as time flew by, new friends and pass times took precedence over me;
And I was left to languish and die;
My roots gave up, my torso grew weak;
And then there came a day, when I could stand no more.
Today, I am reduced to pieces;
But still I can’t stop loving you;
So how about axing me, and chopping me into pieces;
For I can light up your midnight lamp today;
Or simply burn me up in your hearth today;
And brew some delicious broth;
Still thinking; don’t do that;
For who knows the rain gods might just ruin me;
Or even the termites could conquer me;
Before that happens, embrace me and take me in your loving care;
For I want to end this earthly sojourn: simply serving you; simply loving you.

Yours Ever Loving Log
 Oops!!!It's has turned out to be more than 100 words. Anyway, next time.

Write Tribe Saturday Prompt: Use the image above to write your 100 words – a post, a poem – whatever comes to mind.

Comments

  1. Indeed if the fallen log could speak, this must be the very words it will speak

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  2. Never mind the 100Plus words :D This is a beautiful poem :) A log's monologue :) Welcome back to blogging, Jini :)

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    1. Hmm...It's difficult Sreeja...this blogging...but can't help...just make some time to free write...whether it's a poem or not, i don't know...but tried to scribble something offhand.

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  3. As if the log speaks...very nice!

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  4. The poor tree. Remembering its past glory!

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  5. Poetic to the core. Who can do anything to this log, after reading such an appeal? You touched the heart , Jini :)

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  6. Love you Shailaja. Your words triggered a rush of energy and excitement in me:I haven't felt a rush like that in eons. Thank You.

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  7. So touching Jini and I can feel the emotion. How would I feel if I am discarded like furniture in some corner and deprived of affection.

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  8. That's such a beautiful thought and expression on this picture prompt, Jini! Very moving and very creative! Well done! :)

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