A phantom limb
I feel your pain
gone
and dead.
I walk with a limp
now four years
a broken limb
ripped from my trunk
weathered
wormed
worn
gone
and dead.
A limb warm still
beating
and bursting golden
into a sky
ready to burst with tears
still
rustling
through my fingers.
A limb that lives
within
beneath the bark
decay smells
like life
as I breathe in
your fall
his ashes safe
within
your roots.
A limb so beautiful
carried
with pride
by this tree
I will
to live
keep alive
my phantom limb
scarred
but mine.
A lost limb I love
life awakened
life changed
life once whole
life suffered
life survived
life witnessed
life remembered
life a treasure
alive
in my heart.
All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck
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That’s beautiful, the words touch the heart, the photo is the perfect match.
Thank you — I produces a terrific smile on my face to read your comment. The heart has beauty in it always, if only we have the courage to look and share. Take care.
Beautiful, tragic, uplifting..
This one had it all, Dale.
Thank you, my friend. Thanks for reading along the journey with me. Hope you’re well too.
I am indeed..