AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

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)


Saturday, July 18, 2009

The inner spirit has many colours...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Winter sunset lights over Port Phillip Bay, viewed from Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
One Single Impression #73 ~ Inner Voice

The inner spirit has many colours
And many seasons
Like a microcosm of
Nature herself
Seeds lie dormant
Till the right suns and
The right rains
A flower wakes
For a little while
In secret beauty
Till unfeeling
Weather patterns
Crush and
The inner spirit has many personas
And many voices
Translucent and muted
The landscape of inner silence is
Broken with
A still
Inner voice
A wimper
A scream
Valiant survival is
The key to
A melting sunset means
The dawn of
A phoenix


Michelle Johnson said...

Your poem is great. That picture is stunning. Hope all is well.

Leslie said...

I love Batehaven, we have lunch at the bakery every time we go there.

paisley said...

your poem is so true.. i can only hope there is phoenix in my ashes...

SandyCarlson said...

That voice has considerable power and can have an amazing effect. Thanks, Gemma.

Fledgling Poet said...

I am reading the most beautiful responses to this prompt today...this was so lovely. It dripped with visuals and pulled me in to its center.

spacedlaw said...

I love the persistence of the small inner voice, the waif that refused to be subdued.

JP/deb said...

Lovely look at the world within ... we are changing weather patterns - we are sunsets - we are rainclouds.

Gorgeous photograph.


one more believer said...

a worthy sound of words reflective of a rolling wave coming to shore...

Quiet Paths said...

That last line is a knockout.

Jim said...

Gemma, don't we all have such a tough time? Your poem so aptly tells of life's ups and downs. I am glad you didn't end it with a down.
I almost feel guilty reading this one:
A flower wakes
For a little while
In secret beauty
Till unfeeling
Weather patterns
Crush and
The 'weather' can be sooooooo cruel! :-)

indicaspecies said...

Powerfully expressed. I like the way you have likened the inner voice to microcosm of nature.

if said...

beautiful words and meaning...

Maggie said...

I enjoyed listening to the inner voice in your poem.

Marvin said...

inner voices are evident through the silent nuances of this poem. what an evocative way of saying "sometimes". two thumbs up!

gabrielle said...

I love the many moods of this piece and its true telling of a soul’s search. The voice within the inner ear. Soft petals surprised by hail, raise their heads at sunrise.

Pam said...

The voice in this poem moves from silence to shouting and back again. Nicely written.

The Dark Lord said...

Beautiful words and such a delightful picture.. The lines reveal the myriad shades of the inner self.. nicely done!



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