Nette Onclaud Poet Verse

Traces Of My Place

And there it is
 somewhere along wreath of winds 
I am brought to the lightest of ease

Here, under the pour of waterfall, 
II begin to lay on glossy tracks 
Tending  blooms among  pebbles, 
I marvel.This landscape of my ancestors,

Where ricefields carry their bloodline
In the  old town of Tanauan
A  place, however far away 
From the glitters of Manila
..
The liquid trail lies clear, unblemished;
A sanctuary of my youth 
Stretching the bends on innocence 
Until the country scene turned
Into the wired labyrinth of city life.


Contest: Landscapes and Towns Contest
5/2/2017

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Richard Lamoureux May 6, 2017 at 7:29 AM Great story telling Nette. Hugs Rick.

Vera Duggan May 6, 2017 at 12:43 AM Hi Nette, as Connie says you can never go back, I feel like that when I visit my town where I grew up, not that it has changed that much, but I do like to visit as it does bring back memories, your town does sound nice though good luck in the contest and take care.......Vera

Connie Marcum Wong May 4, 2017 at 9:37 PM What a beautiful tribute to your city and precious memories of your youth Nette! They say "you can never go home again" and that is because things change so much and it is never as you remember. : ) 7

Supraja Kannan May 4, 2017 at 6:50 AM Lovely poem with beautiful childhood memories... Loved it... A big 7...

Winged Warrior May 3, 2017 at 10:28 PM Beautifully done nette...GL in contest...all the best...^WW^

Anne-Lise Andresen May 3, 2017 at 7:14 AM - A beautiful poem with many memories - Good luck in the contest, Nette - Happy day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Frederic Parker May 2, 2017 at 5:56 PM such a wonderful place to have grown up, mine was a quarter mile from the corner of drunks and pimps, how lucky you were..good luck my friend

Ashley Conte May 2, 2017 at 1:21 PM Absolutely sentimental in its delivery with subtle rhyme, but the imprints of a meaningful space is a satin kiss in itself!

Chris Green May 2, 2017 at 11:03 AM A beautiful poetic stroll down memory lane Nette. This brings back thoughts of my hometown and how much I miss it. Nicely done my friend.