The Machiavellian Tree (poem) by Kimmy Van Kooten on AuthorsDen

The Machiavellian Tree
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Artwork by Kimmy Van Kooten All Rights Reserved “If wrong may e'er be right, for a throne's sake were wrong most right:— Be God in all else feared.” Euripides' Phoenician Maidens

Bounded in arms, of branches, wrapped One can rout out thoughts away from all their crap! Lying in its crook, overlooking my hands Elbow room and crosses seem to bend to band . . . Clouded blues, squared . . . Becomes, being twigged . . . Seems to me the natural way has purposely been rigged! Its how bark withstands! Out on the limbs, I’ve spanned Reaching for His Light, even the tree is like a wight!! Plant deeper roots . . . The more rugged ones will hold! Regarding your canopy, if widened, it does unfold! Climbing up is brutal. . . Man, getting there, is fine! Adroit in misdirection? . . . Your stilled, stretching for a sign . . . “No Trespassing, Beyond this Finger!” Copyright 2010 Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on January 20, 2010

Kimmy = Talent unlimited! Amen!

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on January 17, 2010

Superb artwork. I fear the Machiavellian twist in the write. Some torture is required for great creativity to flourish.

Ron

Reviewed by J'nia Fowler

Reviewed on January 16, 2010

You are an amazing artist and I am so pleased and proud to have stumbled across your path. Hugs, J'nia

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on January 13, 2010

The art is exquisite and the poetry is sharp and crisp...well done Kimmy...love it.
fee

Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper

I love your painting and your complemenatry poem. Great job.

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Magnificent Kimmy!!
Your work has awesome depth
loving your tree & the peepin person
your words sprout leaves
to the soul...groovy'ness....
Love's Bounty & Craft
Vickie

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Being a oak myself I am pleased for your words. Still watching after all these years for a sneaking lumberjack!

Georg