![]() Woodland IdyllA Poem by Vanessa Whiteley
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While it offers a different and more beautiful world, there is such a raw energy and sorrow to this poem. It is crammed with reflections on what is not perfect in the present state of the world and ensures that our mind focuses on a better utopia. I love how you use music to symbolise harmony, 'and everyone will sing in tune.' My favourite part was:
thoughts as green and flourishing as the vegetables in my plot seen through the kitchen window or the herbs on the timber sill. I feel a lump swell in my throat at this last bit. It as if you are thinking of the young men who are ill, and unable to choose when they fade. The season's will always be kind no diggers will unearth the trees or concrete spoil the view - no young man will fall ill nor anyone grow old but simply fade when we choose like an afternoon that draws to a close. I've never seen thoughts described as vegetables before there is something very humble about that, like most thoughts and dreams. I loved that. It reminded me of the elf land in Tolkien. If I were to make any nitpicking details it would be that I'd like to see a bit about who the young Muslim man is, and what he's doing. Maybe even I bit more on the gay couple but certainly, if we are to come to focus on them through him, it would be good to have a clearer picture of him. A great piece. Thanks for sharing. Posted 18 Years Ago3 of 3 people found this review constructive. |
That's simply beautiful. I loved this piece. Yes, how we all long for the perfect place where nothing but happy thoughts, music and love fill the cavities of our soul. What a wonderous place that would be -- when you build it, make sure you invite me up! Cheers! Rob
Posted 18 Years Ago2 of 2 people found this review constructive. |
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Vanessa Whiteley
Bristol, England
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Born in 1560 in Stratford-upon-Avon. I have a passion for writing but my parents wanted me to marry early. I ran away from home to see if I could make my fortune in London as my older brother had d.. more..Writing
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