with the loss
of my favourite tree
an absent bird-nest
the bright sun
will always cast a shadow
over my resting place
Andrew Hide
27~04~2004
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Written April 27th, 2004
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This was great! I liked it. i dont really know what to say but i liked it... sorry
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Great!
Wow! That's quite sad. Did this really happened? Losing a tree of yours? Well, I admire you loving much a tree (hehe). Well as for me,I'd love having a beloved tree too, a bonsai perhaps. At hope we have a bonsai but I don't like the tree (hehe). -
excellent!
i am struck by life's repetition of
duality in all its permutations
shadows defined in the
golden light of the sun
very profound, Andrew. i can think of many levels this works on...excellent work.
peace
bonnie -
Hi Andrew:
A challenging poem to facing reality. Interesting! Though the tree is gone,the ghostly image of the tree still acknowledged by the sun, protecting your resting place. Thanks. Bill -
You wrote here a fine but very melodramatic piece Of course it takes some time to fill the gap as well as it does with losses in men's life. But I made myself a kind of picture of your garden and think that nature grab's its chances to offer something new instead. You found a nice way to decribe how painfull sunlight can be.
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I like this one very much. The thoughts it provokes, shadows cast by the loss of something well loved, it speaks of loss very well.
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Very much like this, now I would like it even more with a free tutorial about the specifics of the form
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veryg ood
A wonderful bit of irony here. The missing tree and the shadow cast over your resting place. Or maybe the bigger picture of the bird losing it's home.
I would enjoy the shelter today, raining again.
Really well written.
John
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