Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ The movement of cockatoo wings
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One Single Impression #50 ~ Movement
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Sea change
Sailing somewhere
Inner sense of swimming
Digress or regress vaguely
Movement
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Movement
Risking unknowns
Inner sense of flying
Progress from one point to the next
Trying
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AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)
Sunday, February 8, 2009
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A place of beauty in the Western Tiers
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16 comments:
..digression is different from progress_
the real measurement is the "inner sense" ..many thanks for sharing this..
Movement as in risking the unknown is just the definition I need. I am sadly stuck. Your poem is beautiful.
You've captured both the joy and the fear of flying, literally and metaphorically.
I like the subtle change in both!
movement
My bad knees can attest to the risk I take ... still trying to get from point a to b .. Nice piece.
The second one really resonated with me...and I love your photograph!
The slight movement felt like breathing. I love the image of digress and regress-- very nice.
Fabulous photo. Almost looks like a flying lesson.
Movement as risky. Yes. And no flight without it ....
dear Gemma--
we'd never move, if for brief seconds in time we were not off-balance.
Thanks for this lovely translucence.
the movement of the sea and the sense of having wings and flying... two very wonderful experiences....
As always, you write words that shimmer with meaning...
The second verse struck a chord with me.
digress and regress bickering like the wild birds on your ever fruitful weathered deck. I love it.
The inner sense of swimming, and flying! Thank you for sharing.
This one was very profound for me. Wonderful Gemma!
I love to watch the movement of a bird`s wings and in my younger days, I was thrilled the first time I was in an airplane high above the fluffy clouds...now, fear has entered me of flying in an airplane.
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