Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Hurdles

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Hurdles

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Winter waters of Port Phillip Bay at Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression #77 ~ Copse
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Dense copse curtained beach
We struggled to bathe war wounds
Do you remember
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16 comments:

spacedlaw said...: And the waves looks rough enough to have their own wounds to lick...; August 16, 2009 at 5:00 PM
anthonynorth said...: Poignant. We must remember.; August 16, 2009 at 9:02 PM
gautami tripathy said...: Touched..

feasting in that crescent-shaped cove; August 16, 2009 at 9:56 PM
ProdigalWife said...: The wind cleanses the sands but the memories remain.; August 16, 2009 at 10:23 PM
Pam said...: The alliteration in the first line makes the journey through the copse to the beach seem rough and hard-fought. The choppy start and stop of the consonants complement the war fought.; August 17, 2009 at 12:17 AM
Anonymous said...: when i visit greyscale territory, i can expect a great haiku. loved it! :)

touching one...; August 17, 2009 at 12:38 AM
Anonymous said...: That's a beautiful scene w/ the water & the sky - Gorgeous!; August 17, 2009 at 12:41 AM
Sherri B. said...: This was powerful and touching...and such a beautiful photograph!; August 17, 2009 at 3:38 AM
Neverending story said...: Powerful and thought provoking. I especially like 'copse curtained'; August 17, 2009 at 4:07 AM
SandyCarlson said...: You are so good at saying so much in so few words. I feel this won. On the anniversary plus a day of VJ Day, I feel this one. Amazing. Thanks.; August 17, 2009 at 10:54 AM
Jim said...: Your haiku reminded me of Omaha beach wounded men on the Normandy coast of France, as did your picture. Then I remembered the Asian campagne against Japan.
I do remember, barely. That dates me some.
..; August 17, 2009 at 2:18 PM
The Dark Lord said...: A beautiful image, and wonderful words to go with it.. A profound, heartfelt lament..; August 17, 2009 at 6:20 PM
Vita Stunder said...: I'm touched Gemma.
You're really saying so much in a few words.

Beautiful!
Anna; August 17, 2009 at 7:43 PM
Tumblewords: said...: Memories just don't wash away - lovely words...; August 18, 2009 at 2:46 PM
Patti said...: memories wash in and out with the waves~ beautifully stated~; August 19, 2009 at 10:54 PM
gabrielle said...: densely layered memories. salt stings. so many lives here at this beach. profound and deeply felt.; August 23, 2009 at 1:35 AM

Archive of Blog Quotes

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