Creative Writing and unfinished business…
June 2, 2014 § 12 Comments
gnarled tree is cool
against soft wrinkled skin –
old mind remembers
Tagged: haiku, peace, poetry, yew
Brilliant imagery and what a wonderful tree, a great photo..
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Thanks, John. The tree has been there forever. It’s the only yew for miles around in a large and ancient forest.
Wonderful, goes with a wonderful picture.
it’s also a setiment that speak quite loudly to me. Thanks 😉
Thank you my friend 🙂
Quite welcome my friend. 🙂
And with age comes wisdom…along with aches, pains, crushing memories…
Great poetry, Rachael, and a lovely pic too!
So true, Chris. So pleased you liked it!
What a beautiful haiku, and a magnificent photograph! For me, that last line can be read in two different ways, which makes the poem all the more powerful. Well done, Rachael!
Thank you, Miranda. I love the way a haiku allows for different interpretations.
That yew is one of my favourite trees. There’s a whole world hidden inside with insects, birds, fungi, and goodness knows what else. It’s truly magnificent!
Now I want to see one!
I love the speckled light under the canopy of Yews…..lovely haiku
Thank you. I love that old yew!
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