Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seagulls on a beach wall at Dromana, Mornington Peninsula
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Poefusion Friday5 prompt ~ pickpocket + refurbish + propose + face + heal
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The beach is the ideal place
To heal the fragile spirit
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Just a quiet walk by the sea can
Refurbish
An empty soul
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seagulls in close up
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But waiting seagulls
Often
Propose
An alternative piece of
Beach
Entertainment
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Their graceful
White
Innocence in flight
Can be
Another story
On earth
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A seagull is the ultimate
Brazen
Pickpocket
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seagulls wait in the Dromana coastal carpark
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Anywhere
By the sea is
Seagull territory
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ No human space is too sacred for a seagull invasion
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Waiting
Watching for
Any stray food scraps
Given willingly or
Simply left open for
These thieves on the wing
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Closer still
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Strange
A seagull face seems
So bland
So expressionless
So snowy white
Masking
Many devious
Dark
Scavenger
Secrets
Within
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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Saturday, August 16, 2008
Scavenger on the Wing
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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6 comments:
But without the call of the gull, the sea would indeed be an empty expression. I love their tenacity and will to survive, white feathers blending seamlessly, like porcelain.
Love your ocean shots, so tranquil.
sharon
I agree so much with you that being near the sea heals the spirit.
love the poem and your photos!
thanks for dropping by last week. sorry for late response. :)
Great pictures, and your words are so true. And not always discarded food. Sometimes you're still trying to eat it!
What a delightful read. I enjoyed your pictures and words immensely. I too love the beach and what it offers in solace but, I can't say the seagulls have ever bothered me during a trip to the beach. I'm sure by the looks of your picture/ poem that they do. Nice job. Have a good weekend.
Beautifully written, as soothing
as the sea and watching these
graceful creatures, you really
put me right in this scene.
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