Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Prose Poetry – “Chop, chop. He Chops” #amwriting #flashfiction #lumberjack #prosepoetry


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Loretta Notto

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Chop, Chop. Chop the wood. Repeat. Chop. Chop. Day ends — Supper. Shower. Sleep too deep. Jarring alarm, awake again. Breakfast. Shower. Sore muscles hurt. Heat eases. More coffee. Uniform and axe. Greet the guys. Say hello — going off. All directions on the forest grid. Each with a partner. Nick is with me. A cadence of chops. Echoes. Chop. Chop. Chop the wood. Split it. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. The trees are felled. Grinding buzzing. Giant chain saw. Felling trees. Cutting logs. Then we chop. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Lunch. Hungry. Seconds. Chop. Home. Shower. Supper. Eat. Sore muscles. Sleep and dream. Standing there. In her T-shirt. Sweet lips. Short shorts. Gentle laughter. Stroke of hand. Touch. So real. Chop, chop. Chop the wood. Dreaming. She’s gone. Three hours. Then, chop, chop. Chop the wood. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Day 22 – NaPoWriMo – Earth Day – ” Mother Earth”


She isn’t just a pile of land set there for us to conquer.

She isn’t just a forest of trees for us to chop for timber.
She isn’t just a home for birds, and mammals, and all creation.

She’s more then just an ocean to pollute with a floating pile of garbage.
She is the sun and she is the rain; she is foliage abounding.

She is every rock and tree and creature; she is every sky in morn or night.
She is is the bugs in the ground, the air that we breathe, the elephant and his tusks.

She is mother of all creation and she gives you wise and old advice:
You were given dominion over me, so take care of me well.

If you continue to destroy me, what you have today your children will have lost.