#Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…

Colleen’s 2020 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 188, #ThemePrompt

It’s the fourth week of July! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Sue Vincent selected the theme this week with a quote prompt:

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse

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Wild
Woodland
Spirit run
Take me with you
To where your roots sing
Reaching far beyond time
Secrets held from tree to tree
Family that’s never broken
So let me join that endless circle…

©anitadawes 2020

The View from my Writing Desk…

 

 

 

Although we live in a town, it isn’t an inner-city town. Tucked behind the South Downs in Hampshire, we are just 19 miles from the sea.

An ordinary town really, rows of streets spreading out from the town centre with all manner of shops and businesses. The local council keep it tidy and provide us with well-kept trees, bushes and green areas.

Sometimes, if you know where to look, you can find something special here, something that doesn’t quite belong. Hidden among the sprawling streets, small treasures can be found. Little rivers emerge unexpectedly, creating a magical atmosphere. ( I have recently found another such treasure. Post to follow…)

We have such an oddity in our back garden.

We all have trees and bushes in our gardens, but we have a giant gum tree. Far taller than our house, it dwarfs every tree for miles around.

It seems so much supple than other trees and maybe this has something to do with it being a gum tree. The leaves smell faintly of eucalyptus and it has such a graceful way of moving with the wind.

I watch this tree most mornings as I wait for my brain to warm up, but this morning we had the aftermath of Storm Eric.  The wind was fierce, so the view from my window was dramatic. Strong gusts tried to break the tree, viciously pushing and shoving until I thought one would give way. But the branches were so supple they simply danced away, ducking and weaving like a Whirling Dervish until the wind abated.

We could learn a lot from trees. Most of them have been here longer than we have and will remain long after we have gone. They survive, I think because they simply do what they were born to do and they do it well. They take what comes in their stride (so to speak) patiently waiting for the seasons to change or the wind to stop blowing.

A lesson for us all there, I think…

This week in the Den of Doom…

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The lockdown and isolation has entered the Den of Doom (my office) with a vengeance this week.

We have tried desperately to maintain an optimistic attitude about everything, including all those annoying PC malfunctions. I seem to spend more and more time trying to catch up, meaning I never manage to get around to anything creative anymore.

So much so, our respective muses have been AWOL for days!

Undaunted, I had been looking forward to working on the new bonsai shelves. The wood has arrived and so did the freezing weather. I don’t do freezing to death as my old bones refuse to function below a certain temperature.

So, the waiting will continue…

Shame, for I was looking forward to spending hours away from the computer.

 

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Life isn’t waiting for me…

 

In the middle of the week, I started what I thought was a bad cold, streaming nose and sneezing. Of course, I immediately thought I was dying, but relieved to discover that sneezing is not a symptom of the Covid19 virus.

When the tickly cough arrived, I slipped into denial in a hurry.

The experts say that most people will only get mild symptoms and recover quickly, but not people over 75 who also have serious medical problems like heart conditions, asthma and hypertension, also like me.

Denial is a wonderful coping mechanism and I’m pretty sure I’m not dying. In the past I have beaten some usually fatal conditions, so not expecting to lose this battle either if it turns out that I do have it.

The good news is my temperature is normal and I feel fine…

 

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The Tree…

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Image from Microsoft Wallpapers

 

I was looking for another image for the screensaver on my pc, as the one I have of ice crystals on a window had ceased to be inspiring.

To be fair, everything seems to have stopped being that lately, but I thought I might find something to lift my spirits as I have always thought it is important to have something to inspire us when we start work every day. Especially for those moments when we stare at the screen for ages, hoping for a miracle.

 

I knew it was exactly what I had been looking for, the minute I saw the image of the tree standing proudly and regal in the forest. It spoke to me of old age, solitude and peace, even though there was a lot of missing bark and the obvious damage it had sustained over the years.

This lovely old tree was a bit like me, I thought. I too have been around a long time and have been somewhat damaged over the years, but unlike this tree, my scars are hiding.

The wide trunk, firmly planted in the moss-covered soil seemed strong and permanent, despite the nasty crack that almost splits the tree in half that seems to challenge this assumption.

 

Old age challenges us too, in so many ways and like this tree, we will probably go on for quite a while yet, especially if we allow ourselves to slow down a little.

I wasn’t sure what kind of tree it was, but the leaves were small, delicate and abundant, full of life and vigour. Several qualities I wish I had!

Perhaps I should try to be more like this tree in 2020?

©jayemarie

 

I love comments, so please scribble a thought or two as I would love to hear from you!

My Window… #Poetry

 

 

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The three cobnut trees outside my window

Are now dropping their leaves

With the oncoming scent of winter

I shall miss the green swaying dance

The slow tango, that extra rush of wind

When a car goes past

Sending their leaves into a sudden twist

A dance hardly mentioned these days

My age is peeking out from the Peter Pan

Self I know I am…

©anitadawes