Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Another night shot where just the tangling tree boughs can be identified in the light of the moon.
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Carry on Tuesday #48 ~ presented by Keith's Ramblings
This week our prompt is the opening line from the 2008 novel Remember Me? by Sophie Kinsella:
How long have I been awake? Is it morning yet?
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I see epic floods
I feel yearning for star worlds
I hear silent ships
I see yesterdays
Marchers in uniformed lines
No muddied boots yet
My own yesterdays
Urban gypsy rural dreams
Freedom of bare feet
I sense sailing moon
How long have I been awake
Is it morning yet
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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, April 11, 2010
How long till morning?
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A place of beauty in the Western Tiers
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View near Blackwood Park Cottages, Mole Creek
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10 comments:
The things us insomniacs get to see!
as always...powerful and well written
It is indeed vivid and intense writing. The photo reminds me of so many times as I have been speeding along the country roads at night, bringing rare blood to isolated hospitals. The spirit of The Father of us all seems especially real then. As if all the noise of the day deafens our ears to his still, small voice.
Have a beautiful day and thanks for your equally beautiful comments on my blog. Roland
Gemma, this is a beautiful shot. So subtle.
I like the contrast between the gypsy and the soldier.
boots & barefeet :-)
I love this. All of it. I keep reading it over and over. :) Beautifully done.
the moon looks as if its spying us through the trees. and your words compliment the early morning hours well. sometimes it's in night's cover we find the most precious gems. hope all is well.
So beautiful..
mystical dawn
A pleasant poem to read again and again :)
Marinela x x
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I want to dream some more...i wish not to be awake...:)
very nice poem Gemma...:))
thanks for sharing, mine is up, too!
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