This picture reminded me of an unfortunate sapling.
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Down by the river, I sit and I wait. 
Summer turns to autumn and leaves cascade: yellow, orange and red like a flame.  If only that were enough to keep me warm.  The snow is coming soon and I will fall to sleep.  Still I hope that someone or something will move me. 
I know that I cannot take root in a rock, but it is my nature.  When the spring comes, I will make my home here. 
Cold, unyielding stone why do you mock me?  I understand I am bound to die here.  Still I sit and I wait.


2/16/2012 10:04:39 pm

I like the POV. Interesting. (I missed the initial line (comment) when I first read,but I got that you were the tree.)

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2/16/2012 11:03:39 pm

I missed the first line as well! I was thinking it was about an animal until I read that. Poor sapling.

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2/16/2012 11:38:27 pm

Story of a sapling... interesting!
Got hooked to the ending lines - "Cold, unyielding stone why do you mock me? I understand I am bound to die here. Still I sit and I wait."

Here's mine - http://faitaccompli.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/moments-gone-and-past/

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2/16/2012 11:43:47 pm

It reminds me of Waiting for Godot, but in this case the (lichen?) knows what it is waiting for... Great post!

My 125 flash fiction is here~
http://susielindau.com/2012/02/17/slipped-away-125-word-flash-fiction

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2/16/2012 11:46:18 pm

I really enjoyed this. I've seen some trees survive off the moss and the roots make it off the rock and into the ground. Poor sapling.

The link to my drabble this week is: http://quillshiv.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/reading-tree-leaves/

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2/17/2012 01:12:37 am

Loved the unique POV. You made me feel along with the tree. Here's mine: http://postcardfiction.com/2012/02/17/flash-friday-simple-pleasures/

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ron pruitt
2/17/2012 01:16:42 am

This is infused with sadness. It seems, for some reason, as you noted, this photo produced quite a few tearjerkers. I thought your decriptions were beautiful and your POV very creative.
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2/17/2012 02:16:53 am

Interesting pov, Wakefield. My take is the speaker is a seed, waiting for wind or water or even bird to move it to the proper habitat. Nicely done. :)

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2/17/2012 03:41:00 am

I have seen those little critters split a rock wide open in order to root. Life is relentless!

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2/17/2012 05:12:52 am

Mm, I like the unique approach and also the unique voice that this narrator has. Lovely work.

Mine's here: http://thecolorlime.wordpress.com/2012/02/17/imaginary-friend/

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2/17/2012 10:45:45 am

So sad! Your story did remind me of a dogwood tree growing on top of another rock on our property. I keep trying to get a good photo of it when the light is right, but it never comes out to show what I see. Maybe this spring.

I liked the resignation of the sapling even while he still hoped, though he knew his destiny was premature death.

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2/17/2012 04:41:24 pm

"The snow is coming soon and I will fall to sleep." This simple, elegant sentence was my favorite in your beautiful tone poem. Loved it, sad though it was.

Aloha,

Doug

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2/17/2012 11:27:49 pm

This is poetic and refined...I like the way the tree made us feel what it feels...

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2/19/2012 09:34:20 pm

Great take on the prompt. I felt sad for the poor little sapling.

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