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)


Thursday, August 26, 2010

Just Somewhere...

Mag 29 ~ Image by Willow

In another life
Dreams swirled with limping laughter
Rooms curled with secrets

Leafy sweet facade
Tall windows stare with sad eyes
Now steps to somewhere


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christine said...

This picture prompt seems to have brought out a lot of whispful thoughts and poems. I liked this and its dreams swirled with limping laughter.

Jinksy said...

Short, but nonetheless sweet...:)

Arian Tejano said...

this is what Annie Dillard called 'the dreaming memory'

Friko said...

Too many cloying responses so far, not this one.
A breath of fresh air.

Berowne said...

"Steps to somewhere..." I like it.

willow said...

Limping laugher and curly secrets. Love.

Deborah said...

Beautifully worded!

Anonymous said...

What is it about old homes, shrouded by trees that makes us want to fill them with something of life and fullness? Love what you did, some incredible lines, this one sings,


Martin H. said...

"..Dreams swirled with limping laughter.." Nice.

Tumblewords: said...

Somewhere has always been a magical word to me - it exudes hope, promise and potential. You've used it so well in this piece! Wonderful!

Anonymous said...

Lovely haiku!j

Brian Miller said...

wonderful little verse i love your lively descriptors...nice magpie!

nana_ang_poppaphil said...

Lovely. well done

kathew said...

rooms curled with secrets....Love it!

Anonymous said...

Ohhh....wonderful!! I think this was just perfectly described!!!
Fell in love with this Haiku duo!!! Awesome!



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