Looking at a Dead Tree


My roots crush the sepulcher, grind the bones to ash
No sustenance from skeletons long dead is found
Life is blighted, leaves and bark fall away
From graves I draw up only loss
From graves I draw up only loss
Foundation’s anchor is steeped in decay
No new leaves are put forth, to death my growth is bound
Gravel wind mourns life, lightning strike and down I crash

This is my first entry for the My Name Scavenger Hunt (My Name SH) where I write an Amanda’s Pinch. This form consists of a poem of 8 lines with a syllable count of 12/12/10/8/8/10/12/12, a rhyme scheme of a/b/c/D/D/c/b/a where the 4th and 5th lines are identical. The form is centered and should give the impression that it is being “pinched” in the middle…

This is also my entry for David’s We’ave Written Weekly (W3) on the Skeptic’s Kaddish. The Poet of the Week, Steven S. Wallace has challenged us to write an ekphrastic poem inspired by his photograph (above) he has shared with us.

50 thoughts on “Looking at a Dead Tree

  1. “to death my growth is bound” is a powerful line Muri! The symbiotic relationship between the tree & the purpose of the graveyard. They’ll always be in sync! I enjoyed this poem, well written and perfectly described! 👏👏👌👌❤️❤️

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    1. Absolutely!! And the human body being about 60% water, I’d figure at least some of that is recycled dinosaur pee (actually all of it is recycled just not necessarily from the dinosaurs)! t is all about perspective…

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    1. Thanks Karla! I’m pleased this poem was to your liking. The next will be a little lighter (I hope). The St. Vincent de Paul Society added you to our prayers on Thursday… Hope you are feeling the love!

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      1. You’re welcome, Val! I thank you and the Society for the prayers. Will you give them my regards? I absolutely feel the love and give it back! 💛💛💛🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

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  2. I really enjoyed this poem. I was taken by your focus on the roots of the tree trying and failing to draw nutrition from the bodies in the ground. Also, I liked the visual aspect of the Amanda’s Pinch form. To me, it looks like an hourglass, and I think that image adds another point of meaning to your poem. I liked this poem so much that I was inspired to write a poem of my own in response. 😀

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  3. Thank you! This is great. I like the images of the roots invading the sepulcher… do the eventually get through the coffin into the body? I suppose they do! I actually hate the idea of that happening to me!🤣 I’m changing my will today to call for ashes! Wait, I hate that too!

    Anyway, great job!

    — SSW

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    1. I’m tickled pink you enjoyed this one! Sorry that the content has made you uneasy – but being sucked up into a tree is the ultimate recycling! Thanks again for the wonderful compliment!

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    1. My son#1 is struggling with 2 giant maple trees that are intent on blocking the sewer lines – one to the storm drain behind the house and the other the sewer pipe to the street! If they were dead I doubt he would be having the issues…

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