Saturday, August 11, 2007

Past Maturity Comments

Rating: 4.2

My trunk has greyed,
my body bent,
my branches twisted,
from years of beating sun.
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Bob Blackwell
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Raj Nandy 13 September 2009

The weather beaten good old oak tree stands tall, providing cool shade to one and all! It sees through many a generation pass and grow; it's acorns fall to continue life's grand show! 10! -Raj

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Alf Hutchison 25 April 2009

Bob I think if we had written poetry from an early age it just would not have the impact it has now, .. I love allegorical poetry it makes us think and this is a brilliant example... Bob with your maturity has come a finely chiseled charactor...Although we have never formally met I am proud to call you friend... best regards Alf

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Fay Slimm 14 October 2008

I love the first line you have used here Bob, it opens the piece up in a tantalising invite to read on and on - and the picture of un-ending life in all it's forms is wise and so well described. thank you. - best wishes from Fay.

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Francesca Johnson 14 August 2007

Cycle of life indeed. Nature has a way of using every last resource. A thought-provoking poem, Bob. Nice work. Love, Fran xx

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David Harris 12 August 2007

Bob, the cycle of life very well illustrated here within a tree. Should be food for thought for many. Great write my friend. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David

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Some atmospherically depicted facts of life here Bob... and some... don't believe a word of it! :) t x

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Patricia Gale 11 August 2007

Splendid piece Bob, taking on the role of the tree... outstanding insight!

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