Monday, January 20, 2020

A Tree Poem

My Bottle Tree

 I have a bottle tree, still in boxes. 
Boxes here and there in my study. 
Gobs of them, mostly wine bottles. 

 But I am missing a trunk for my tree. 
If and when I ever solve that dilemma 
then I will have another, 
whether or not to paint the bottles, 

 and when. Maybe this year. 
Or another if I live that long. 
For now my bottle tree feels no breeze 
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 - Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2020, All Rights Reserved
 - I'm linked with: The Sunday Muse #91 
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8 comments:

  1. Carrie Van HornMonday, January 20, 2020 11:50:00 AM

    Too many bottles and not enough time. Many questions to ponder here Jim. A great response to both prompts.

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  2. Sherry Blue SkyMonday, January 20, 2020 12:48:00 PM

    Jim, this made me smile. Let's hang our bottles, kiddo, while we can!

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  3. MargaretMonday, January 20, 2020 10:39:00 PM

    I never thought of painting the bottles... I thought the glass was already colored! I say if you don't get it done by spring, through them out. I'm all about getting rid of things these days... :)

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    1. JimMonday, January 20, 2020 11:31:00 PM

      I should be also. I've thrown a few out (recycle) but that is stopped until I think it over again.
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  4. Susie ClevengerTuesday, January 21, 2020 4:10:00 PM

    Oh, we gather more than we can deal with. There are times I just can't let go.

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  5. SusanTuesday, January 21, 2020 9:31:00 PM

    I think that unset traps are wasted--for mice or whatever. But hey! Let the spirits live while your narrator plays. Maybe they are for good and not evil.

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  6. purplepeninportland.comWednesday, January 22, 2020 7:35:00 PM

    Love this, Jim. Bottle trees feeling no breeze.

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  7. HelenFriday, January 24, 2020 12:24:00 PM

    You need to work on your tree, Jim!!!! Boxes of bottles just waiting?

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