The Ancient Moonah Tree on the coastal top of the Hill...Vaucluse Hill...overlooking the vast expanse of South Pacific Ocean and utilized in this poem as a metaphor for longevity...true wisdom...mystery of life...death...re-generation...
Tank poem 5-7-5-7-7 and iPhone pic by Isabella Koldras.
Wish you all at the AD...all avid readers...fellow Artists and...those interested in Science/Ethics/Mysterious...a very Happy and Peaceful and exciting New Year of your creative work...connecting the Art/Creativity/Spiritual/Emotional side of human life...never losing the Intuitive and the sense of closeness to Mother Nature...
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Cruel' n fickle wind
slipped off through tiny crevice
of Truth stealthy path
to van Diemen's serene Land
knows not own destination
clouds shifty tensions that swarm
yet, unseen to Town's
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When you wrote of the "cruel and fickle wind," I immediately thought of the groves of Live Oak that grow here in South Texas. These oak take on a character that seems driven by the wind, as they bend away from the shore for as long as 500 years.
Ron
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on December 31, 2014
A very Happy New Year to You Isabella!
May your days be filled-
You have a beautiful place from which to contemplate life and its wonders even if those Moonah trees look like overgrown broccoli.
Happy New Year, Isabella.
Beautiful wordings, wonderful theme ... metaphor for longevity what more one needs , best wishes dear for a wonderful creative prosperous year ahead Jk Roseline
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
hug
Kathy
May I wish you a Happy Spring...and the joy of the budding time,
Myra:)
Myra Wexler Darwish
With respect and smiles,
Carol Phelan Aebby
Amor
Ron
May your days be filled-
Always,
Deborah
Unseen to Town's .... ahhh, the winds of Ancient Moonah Tree
suround the serene mystery.
Happy New Year for a marvelous lady of creative and unique works.
Lady Mary Ann
Regis
Happy New Year, Isabella.