Victor Buhagiar Poet Verse

Oblivious To Nature

It seemed like nature had concocted a singular miracle
As I sat on the wooden bench looking in towards the woodland.
A red maple tree stood tall surrounded by eucalyptus trees
While down below grew the yellow protea and acacia scrubland.

Sun filtered in between the green and red coloured full growing trees
Sending bright rays of light upon the lotus decorated lake,
Dragonflies flitted over flowers, as cicadas sang their song,
As a light south breeze ruffled the surface, what melodies they make.

Thus I sat amazed at the scenery so magical and bright,
Admiring all beauty God's creation that no man can design.
Meantime my daughter sat quietly next to me, mobile in hand,
Tapping messages away, heedless of the view as I did pine.

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Valsa George December 9, 2021 at 5:30 AM There is a stark difference between our generation and the younger generation. When we get lost in the beauty of nature, their eyes are glued to the mobile and smart phones. Every day they get distanced from the natural surroundings... so sad !

Lindsay Laurie November 6, 2021 at 4:19 PM Hello Victor ... sadly the electronic world is pushing humanity further away from natural beauty that offers so much - enjoyed the beauty you admired Victor - Lindsay

M. L. Kiser November 3, 2021 at 3:39 PM This started out, warming my chilly bones; I could appreciate this scenery; though I am not borg. Kids seem to be locked in a digital universe anymore. Well penned and a great point.

Judy Ball October 20, 2021 at 8:37 AM Sitting and sadly taking in the beauty all around you and wishing she were there to enjoy it with you. I understand totally. Our kids can never really understand even though the feel for us in our lonliness. It's goo though that your daughter was with you . Lovely verse as always my friend. God Bless, JB

Ann Gilmour October 18, 2021 at 10:46 PM Sadly the young seem to miss so much of our beautiful world, if only they would look up from time to time they would feel so much better! Thankfully we know this to be true Victor. With kindest thoughts Ann xx

Beryl Edmonds October 17, 2021 at 5:40 PM Nature’s beautiful scenery you’ve described for the reader Victor. There’s so much out there so to be enjoyed, it’s a pity the young don’t see the world as we do, that’s what technology has done, it’s a crying shame… Lovely poem, Belle

Kim Rodrigues October 17, 2021 at 5:17 AM The young sometimes don’t see anything! Glad I never had a tv in the car either.Kids need to look out the window and dream. We need to slow down and walk those views too or sit a spell. Nice imagery, dear one!

Eve Roper October 15, 2021 at 7:42 PM no ,pining with the miracles of God.. beautiful verse , Victor.

Mystic Rose Rose October 15, 2021 at 2:22 PM https://www.smule.com/recording/les-miserables-bring-him-home-f-key/2387389131_3526676148?channel=Copy-Link&fbclid=IwAR0L0rMe85ymdVi8HmAY9HIbGqT3af have a listen at this Victor, beautiful

Mystic Rose Rose October 15, 2021 at 2:22 PM you seem to have an artists eye for beauty, and talent for writing too, what a nice blend that is Victor, I love your depicted verse, Well done my friend, be well, keep your heart young !

Anne-Lise Andresen October 15, 2021 at 2:09 PM - We have become so dependent on technology that nature is forgotten ... I do not think young people know what the different trees are called ... nor do they listen to birdsong ... really sad - A wonderful poem, Victor :) - Have a lovely weekend. .. take care my friend :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Besma Riabi Dziri October 15, 2021 at 1:13 PM If only this generation that venerates the trending technological devices and lives in virtual worlds could understand that there is a genuine world called Mother Nature which is the root of roots, the epitome of Beauty, the mystery of unpredictability, the wonder of magic.. none can be oblivious to! Lucky are the ones whose souls nurtured by the riches and blessings of Nature! Your poetry is always of great insight and worth, Victor.. so much pleased to read.. My deepest regards and blessings.

Evelyn Judy Buehler October 15, 2021 at 12:00 PM The exquisite beauty of the scene depicted here, sure captures my attention. This verse is in my faves. Hope you have a good weekend. :)

Sotto Poet October 15, 2021 at 11:38 AM Exquisite symbolism passes you by in a flash of your own individual elegance. Victor, your artistic pen has produced some stunning work. Your poetry takes me to the locations described in it. In my fave my good friend.

Karen Jones October 15, 2021 at 11:31 AM Ah how beauty is missed by many using their phones. You penned a great poem with lively imagery.

Vijay Pandit October 15, 2021 at 6:14 AM Scenes come alive as I read your poem. Exquisite imagery flashes by in your signature style. Splendid images from your gifted pen, Victor. Into my FAVES.

Joseph May October 15, 2021 at 4:35 AM Oblivious to Nature's beauty, While "tapping messages away", Very nicely penned Victor

Sara Kendrick October 15, 2021 at 4:33 AM Yes, the younger generation are content to communicate with friends on their phones and life passes them by. Sometimes husband and wives will be out eating at a nice restaurant and talk to each other on the phone. They are both at the same table not at separate restaurants or separate tables. LOL..Your visit to my page was encouraging. Sara

Tania Kitchin October 15, 2021 at 3:57 AM Beautiful imagery Victor, the younger generation are often too focused on their phones and tablets and miss out on enjoying their youth outdoors!

Jenna Logan October 15, 2021 at 2:41 AM Victor, the scenery through your eyes is beautiful but younger ones have not yet come to realize the value of nature. You don’t take it for granted. This is one of the best from you lately. Hugs

Harry Horsman October 15, 2021 at 2:22 AM OH, Wow, Victor a poem which i instantly relate to. The countryside seems oblivious to all my grandchildren and their children, many times i have travelled pointing out mountains and the scenery, yet eyes remain glued to their devices. The world is in trouble Victor, the simple things that we enjoyed as children, do not count anymore. Or maybe the next generation are already looking toward the stars, maybe that will become their countryside. Great poem and to the point.