Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Ambivalent winter morning skies in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Sunday Scribblings #222 - ME
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*** This is my Gemma Wiseman profile on Helium
To understand me...
To understand me, perhaps a few tangibles may help.
If I were the sky, I would be a cloud drifting, reshaping, reinventing, but always enigmatic. If I were the earth, I would be a rock, bathing in the rush of a waterfall. If I were a tree, I would be a willow, that soft lacy wandering in the whims of breezes, dreaming quietly by water.
If I were a place, I would be Sheffield in Tasmania; coloured with murals whispering of other lifetimes; wrapped in the mystery of blue mountains flecked with snow.
If I were a shop, I would be Berkelouw's rambling magic of a homestead, alone in serene farmland, in Berrima NSW; graced with an intimate cafe, window boxes of vibrant geraniums and a wonderful log fire hosted by an old armchair. And of course, those books forgotten by the mainstream bookworld.
If I were a garden, I would be Mount Annan Botanic Garden south of Sydney NSW. A healing place, where forested boardwalks gently lead to sanctuaries of old songlines and a sundial on a hill waits for human shadows to cast time.
If I were to be a season, I would be Autumn; that mystical limbo raining in color.
If I were to be an element, I would be Water, the paradox of a variable constant; sometimes plains of blue leading to silken road horizons; sometimes lapping charms by those coastal sands of decision; sometimes cleansing, healing hands; sometimes drowning rebirth.
If I were a bread of life, I would wink impishly from the exotic worlds of a chocolate box.
But, I am none of those things, for now.
For now, I am just some eerie etchings on a white slate, trying to drift in a tiny bark through tai chi skies.
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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)
Monday, July 5, 2010
If I were to be...
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8 comments:
Happy blogoversary :) Mine was just a couple days ago.
Gemma what a lovely poem!
It certainly made me think about our alternatives!
Pamela
I am in awe of your poetic ability. To me you are not a sheet of white paper but rather etchings on my soul.
Sincerely, Phyllis Sterling Smith (Granny Smith).
Awesome, Gemma. The last line is perfect.
I love the way you weave these lovely word paintings of nature into your writing. I love the photographs too.
I so enjoy visiting here.
yoou are one amazing blogger is all i can say :)
you are an awesome person and an awesome blogger !!! glad SS lead me to you :)
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Lovely writing; the images you called for were different for me. I see whips when I see willow trees. I could be a wonderful boulder in a mountain stream! thanks.
Love these lines that lead to compelling imagery that leads to inspiration! Particularly stirring: a log fire hosted by an old armchair, Autumn as a mystical limbo raining in color, exotic worlds of a chocolate box, tai chi skies. Thanks for leaving me breadcrumbs to this : )
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