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)

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Sunday, July 4, 2010

Jaywalker


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A rainy Nepean Highway at Rosebud, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression #123 ~ Roads
(NOTE: This poem became a reflection celebrating my 3 years of blogging since 4.07.07.
Thank you to all visitors who walked many roads with me and have shown me many exciting new ones too! )
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Roads invite some kind of movement forward
Walking
Running
Driving

If
For some reason
A backwards movement is required
Usually it is easier
To turn right round and
Regress forwards

Roads are there to map
To plan
To lead
To ease
To share
A journey

Roads are there to
Cross
(Maybe even jaywalk)
To master a new direction
(Maybe even a new perspective)

Roads are seasonal victims
Burning tar
Blinding glare
Rain slides
Pot holes

Road users are seasonal competitors
Peripheral vision
Gut predictions
Alert to
The context of the moment

But if the road
Succumbs to a grungy track
Some skill
Some instinct for
Navigational staying power
Kicks in
(Or should)

And then
There are those roads that seem to disappear into
Nowhere
An ambivalent closure
Bushland
Maybe even desert

But rather than
An end
A dead end
Perhaps here is
A road
Waiting
To be
A road
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14 comments:

Cezar and Léia said...

Bonjour sweet friend
Beautiful post, you are so creative, and your words, a perfect poetry to brighten our day here!MErci! :)
Hugs
Léia - Bonjour Luxembourg

Harshad mehta said...

Just beautiful. It really never ends.

Jeeves said...

Lovely

Gattina said...

Living in a very rainy country, it looks familiar to me ! I am so glad that we have a heatwave and I am melting for once !

SandyCarlson said...

An excellent metaphor of the blogging experience. It is an interesting road. Takes us everywhere!

Loch Rob said...

Also, a commentary on life and the roads we travel with our time here. I enjoyed this one very much.

Ramesh Sood said...

Very well said.. a road waiting to be a road.. beautiful journey this!

SOL said...

I like the list aspect of this poem.

Anonymous said...

congrats for the long blogging journey .. and i loved this poem :)

Tammie Lee said...

Happy Anniversary! wonderful piece on roads~

Amity said...

You touched a variety of thoughts about road and all are realistic Gemma...:-)

Amazing rendition this is!

JP/deb said...

great poem - my favorite line -

"roads are seasonal victims"

brilliant!

peace,
JP/deb

Patti said...

Wonderfully written and I especially love the last stanza!

Tumblewords: said...

I enjoyed the excursion through the roads and down the path. Provocative thoughts.

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