Remember when I used to write poetry? I am looking forward to visiting the National Folk Festival in Canberra this Easter. It’s been six years since I last attended. Makes me feel all nostalgic and poetic. Here’s a repeat of a poem from my early, hopeful days in this place.
The Womb. The GREAT MOTHER. The jewel in the crown. This place. Our world.
Photo courtesy of my son who took this shot many years ago while on a road trip with his father and brother.
Regards
Tracy
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 
Beautiful Tracy!
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Thank you, Anne.
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Both poem and image are beautiful Tracy! 🩷🌟 xxx
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Thank you, Xenia.
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Beautiful!!!
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I love your poem. It’s something to hang onto.
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A loveely and positive choice of words and image.
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Tracy–this is lovely, as is the accompanying photo.
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I can see why the image would make you all poetic. Lovely on both counts.
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Lovely, I took a deep breath, oh to be there. I hope this means you are going to write some more poetry.
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Lovely photo and thoughtful words
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Such a tranquil image and your poem warmed my heart, Tracy.
More poems in the offing, eh?
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That’s a very old one, Punam. I had forgotten that I had whole heap of early stuff that very few people have seen. Might as well recycle because I’ve got nothing left in me anymore.
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You have a lot left in you, Tracy. But I do get you. This world is getting murkier and I too am losing my optimism and positivity and wonder if writing really makes any difference. So I stop often. But I write again because I can’t help not write. Sending you hugs.
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Lovely pairing of image and the word. Hope you enjoyed the festival!
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Thank you, Ju-Lyn. I had a lot of fun.
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