tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post2306860843540159241..comments2023-11-07T07:53:32.305+11:00Comments on The Passionate Crone (poetry): Survival of — the Fittest?Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-78989995416964191692015-06-03T22:34:55.921+10:002015-06-03T22:34:55.921+10:00No Mary, no koalas in my garden — and their natura...No Mary, no koalas in my garden — and their natural habitats are diminishing fast.Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-22606481286884317312015-06-03T15:36:26.146+10:002015-06-03T15:36:26.146+10:00Hmmmm, indeed, Rosemary. This poem could well be s...Hmmmm, indeed, Rosemary. This poem could well be suited to next week's theme of sustainability also, as well as giving a powerful message about colonialism too...<br />Much food for thought here.Intellibloghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04262938291462934103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-58518498233247744972015-05-31T05:16:01.083+10:002015-05-31T05:16:01.083+10:00Humans can be like weeds. Its hard to tell if we r...Humans can be like weeds. Its hard to tell if we really are though.Gen Giggles https://www.blogger.com/profile/13744815023509063722noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-57605328945514292902015-05-30T06:46:18.561+10:002015-05-30T06:46:18.561+10:00I'm trying to identify that tree. There was bi...I'm trying to identify that tree. There was big purge of camphor laurels when I was there. I had no idea that some species were introduced out of malice...like to know the story on that one....maybe it was mother of millions which kills the cows or crofton weed which kills the horses.<br />Ending is interesting...the fittest survive and rule....just like in the jungle and in the plant species.rallentandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06980559347805844568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-84720365262986631292015-05-29T23:18:53.842+10:002015-05-29T23:18:53.842+10:00That last verse really is sobering...survival of t...That last verse really is sobering...survival of the fittest indeed...(although we are not to blame for what our ancestors did..only in some small way acknowledge it may not have been 'right)Jae Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11509244123008832611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-7783439423667306282015-05-29T06:24:49.916+10:002015-05-29T06:24:49.916+10:00Wow. That packs a punch! Wow. That packs a punch! Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-2285948363840035712015-05-29T05:26:17.344+10:002015-05-29T05:26:17.344+10:00Rosemary, do you have koalas visit your garden? T...Rosemary, do you have koalas visit your garden? THAT would really be cool.<br /><br />Your poem made interesting points. Yes, neglect one strong weed and it takes over the area. Reminds me of people as well. Neglect a bad habit, and soon it controls all.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07366010389846904663noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-37107431655565582172015-05-29T02:57:54.157+10:002015-05-29T02:57:54.157+10:00Excellent thoughts in this poem. I like how the p...Excellent thoughts in this poem. I like how the progression of a weed's growth takes you to thinking about human invasion. Myrna R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15088915165678737118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-66676105296723522492015-05-29T00:48:07.768+10:002015-05-29T00:48:07.768+10:00It is amazing that a weed became that graceful tre...It is amazing that a weed became that graceful tree. Love your thoughts here, Rosemary, especially the closing stanza. I often feel uncomfortable in my white skin, as I live among First Nations and know only too well the oppression, poverty and displacement under which they have suffered for so long.Sherry Blue Skyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10769154286598233146noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-56793127212399145742015-05-28T23:42:20.321+10:002015-05-28T23:42:20.321+10:00yeah, i know what you mean there is a weed we call...yeah, i know what you mean there is a weed we call it in everday conversation "candle bush" because the flower stalks look like candles on a candle stand, left alone it grows and grows before you know it you have a small tree on your hands<br />oh and the last verse is such a curve ball, it takes to back to a re read to make sure you didnt miss a thing<br /><br />thanks for dropping in to read mine<br /><br />much love...Gillena Coxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09191865405561549074noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-4920413661009950192015-05-28T21:58:41.575+10:002015-05-28T21:58:41.575+10:00And yet, who else can do it? Make the connections...And yet, who else can do it? Make the connections, empower the answers? We've got to share the privilege we cannot break. Love!Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-65859953963265258332015-05-28T21:54:19.115+10:002015-05-28T21:54:19.115+10:00That was pretty hard hitting, and true.That was pretty hard hitting, and true.annell4https://www.blogger.com/profile/07629830133868270690noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-80033281787417691592015-05-28T20:09:49.642+10:002015-05-28T20:09:49.642+10:00Loved how this poem spoke about the true nature of...Loved how this poem spoke about the true nature of weeds and its effect on Nature :D<br />There was beautiful flow throughout the lines and ended on a powerful note :D<br /><br />Beautifully executed..!<br />Lots of love,<br />SanaaSanaa Rizvihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06681404650477409830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-25763991408742453752015-05-28T16:41:10.286+10:002015-05-28T16:41:10.286+10:00Wow! Your ending is powerful. The same weed effect...Wow! Your ending is powerful. The same weed effect happened here in the U.S. Susie Clevengerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09239990133754328967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-12602710732182963122015-05-28T13:49:24.344+10:002015-05-28T13:49:24.344+10:00i like how deep truths rise from trying to weed ou...i like how deep truths rise from trying to weed out...Sumana Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17333363799083094084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-88531715764156826912015-05-28T13:25:00.206+10:002015-05-28T13:25:00.206+10:00I think the early invaders had no notion what was ...I think the early invaders had no notion what was good for this country! Much damage was done, some of it maliciously, some of it in sheer ignorance. I hope we have learned a thing or two since then, but we invaders are long entrenched. And now we presume to make decisions as to whether to allow entry to different newcomers. Rosemary Nissen-Wadehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05913841031559499568noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-6194727083532135632015-05-28T13:18:54.453+10:002015-05-28T13:18:54.453+10:00I have to echo Susan's comment. I like the wa...I have to echo Susan's comment. I like the way this moves.Maude Lynnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03669688074743095866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3313195297275159246.post-86441855298918901952015-05-28T13:07:16.450+10:002015-05-28T13:07:16.450+10:00Whew! Hard truths, especially when your last stan...Whew! Hard truths, especially when your last stanza invites me to reread the poem and see if I can tell whether such a usurper could make good/God decisions about indigenous plants and not. Brilliant! I love how it starts with one weed, moves to a tree, and then backs off into a long shot.Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05723639294340760325noreply@blogger.com