Skies
Here is the deepest secret
nobody knows
Fig Tree Sky
of a tree called life
which grows
Poinciana Tree Sky
higher than the soul can hope
or mind can hide
of a tree called life
which grows
Poinciana Tree Sky
higher than the soul can hope
or mind can hide
and this is the wonder
By ee cummings
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Just lovely!
ReplyDeleteHello Meredith
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to catch up with you again...thanks for dropping in...
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While your sky is so blue ours has been so gray. In typical Melbourne fashion spring so far has been colder than winter was. LOL.
ReplyDeleteLarge old majestic trees hold deep meaning for me...one can't fully take in and appreciate a tree or life without raising their eyes to the sky above. A walk in the woods always makes me feel linked to something greater...
ReplyDeleteI loved your post Delwyn.
Thank you for your last comment, it was very appreciated.
Smiles always,
Wanda
Lovely photos Delwyn. Trees just resonate with something so deep within. I thought the words were yours and had a moment of disappointment to discover they were cummings' . . .
ReplyDeleteVery nice photos, and poem to go with it. I haven't hear ee in a while.
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I like your blue skies, framed by different trees. The cummings poem is wonderful! Very relaxing thoughts/views for a Sunday morning. Serene.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images to accompany some very graceful words.
ReplyDeleteI wish our gray skies were as blue today.
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lovely photos, I always love the effect of trees against sky...
ReplyDeletethe bougainvillea is particularly lovely.
I like the theme of trees agains the sky with your great photos. Trees do seem perfect to represent life itself.
ReplyDeleteI love that ee cummings poem and your photos fit perfectly around his words.
ReplyDeletecummings before breakfast is a wonderful way to start a Sunday. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI have not read e e commings in a long time-- and perfect with the tree images. thank you
ReplyDeleteHurricane Palm reminds me of my home, Arizona. I love photographing the palms and my favorite one became a Flash 55 on my Dream Weaving blog some time ago. At any rate, these are very lovely shots.
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ReplyDeleteIt's good to see you...what is a flash 55....
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Hello Donna
ReplyDeletewell I'm glad I have been able to refresh your memory...thanks for dropping in today...
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Hi Dan
ReplyDeleteMMMMM skies are good for breakfast, lunch or dinner...
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Hi Meri
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you think it a good fit...
I love the way these things play out. The poem was in my poetry collection, the skies in my photos bank and they called out to each other...across the files...across the study...and now look - happily married...
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Hi Janie
ReplyDeleteWe all seem to feel the impact of the tree, its metaphor for life...the tree of life...the subject of art and poetry for eons past and eons to come...
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Hi Juliet
ReplyDeleteit's hard not to love the old boug...
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Hi Barry
ReplyDeletenot still raining is it...
thanks for coming and seeing the blue skies...
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Hi Bee
ReplyDeleteMy camera seems to want to capture the blues of blue and the green of green and I think ee cummings would approve of that...
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Morning Rosey
ReplyDeletewell here you are...just for you...
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Hi Bonnie
ReplyDeleteI am a 'tree hugger' of the original variety...hugging them for connection and belonging and to feel life...
I will take that as a compliment ...and you know what, after reading what you said I thought I really must extend myself and write more of my own poetry...so there, you have done a good thing and inspired me...so thanks my friend
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Hi Wanda
ReplyDeleteI am like you..I feel my roots when in the forest...not the geographical or family ones but the philosophical or spiritual ones...the roots of humanity...
and a little awe at the wonder of life...
a pleasure Wanda my friend
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Hi Liss...
ReplyDeletegreat news...we had a reasonable shower over night...only the 2nd all winter...town had shrivelled up and gone crispy...I can't wait to go out and see it's fresh clean face this morning...washed of dust and grime...turned up to that glorious sky and mother sun...
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Beautiful photos to go with a wonderful poem!
ReplyDeletehi delwyn, i have one of your countrymen in my house now. it's so cool to hear his voice / accent. i love ee cummings as you know, so thnaks so much for the images to open out this one of my favourite poems by him. steven
ReplyDeleteHi Delwyn! I love how all the leaves are dappled in the light. My favorite--if I have to choose one--is the bougainvillea sky. They fit so well with the poem. "Life is the wonder that keeps the stars apart." xxox
ReplyDeleteHi Steven
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you approve of my coupling of photos with ee c...
Now you can imagine how I may sound as I speak to you...well with a feminine edge of course...but wait...I still have a New Zealand accent...
Your man will say seeks for the number six whereas NZers say sucks...
Hence the hackneyed old claim that NZers eat 'fush and chups...'
Your Aussie will say feesh and cheeps...
you can check him out...
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Good morning Margaret
ReplyDeleteI just drove in from the gym and notice my poinciana tree on the nature strip has leaves on it whereas a week ago in that picture I posted it is bare.
It flowers around Nov 1st...my youngest daughter and I have a competition every year to see who can spot the first red poinciana flower...they are vivid ...and the tree will be stunning...another post possibly...
I knew you would love this poem Margaret of the skies...
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Hi KB
ReplyDeleteI hope you are improving today...
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Such beautiful contrasts with the blue sky! I love the Jacaranda and the Bougainvillea is spectacular. Your camera is getting quite the workout!
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