Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A family spending time by the Autumn waters of Gunnamatta, Westernport Bay, Mornington Peninsula
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Carry on Tuesday #55 ~ This week our prompt is a quote from the author Tom Robbins:
It is never too late to have a happy childhood...
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Haiku Bones #25 ~ Miracle
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Waves return
Like echoes
Waves cycle
Like seasons
Waves are repetitive rhythms
Like refrains in a song
Waves never judge
Like the faithful spirit of a dog
Always there
Always just giving time
Just giving
Waves are like the fanciful questions and answers of childhood
Echoing
Cycling
A refrain
Always just giving
To those who wish to enjoy
Through the eyes of a child
It is never too late
To enjoy the spirit of waves
To experience
A glimpse of
Childhood wonder
Childhood happiness
To be
A child
For a little while
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HAIKU POSTSCRIPT
Wild surf of childhood
Lingering currents of time
Miracle moments
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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, May 30, 2010
It is never too late...
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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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7 comments:
"Wild surf of childhood" sends a salt tang signal to my nasal brain. Well done!
I like the tidal effect of the 'Waves' piece, and the Haiku sums up nicely thoughts on childhood.
beautiful...loved this gemma.
This is really lovely. Thanks for your loyal support of Carry On.
Nice childhood memory. I have done a Tanka this time, enough with the bees and flowers already. My poem
So much of childhood can be a wild ride. I love the other poem too-- the form and the repetition work wonderfully.
That was a wonderful ride through the waves of childhood. Lust lovely. To tell the truth I have never grownup and never will.
Melanie
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