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)


Monday, December 27, 2010

Four Faces of Living

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ These delightful ice sculptures of dolphins were on the Christmas Day buffet table at Portsea Hotel, Mornington Peninsula.
Seafood is becoming a larger feature on the Australian Christmas Day menu.
Monday Poetry Potluck #16 ~ Celebrations and Festivities
Here are 4 cameo glimpses of the essence of celebration and festivity, without the baubles and the glitter.
2 everyday sporting experiences frame what was and what may be.
The 4 poems (separated by the icon bells) may work as a holistic, seasonal cycle, or perhaps just one rings with your music.
If you like to dig a little, there are levels in these poems.
But if you don't have the time or the energy, the poems have surface colours you may like.
Here are poems for everyone and anyone.

Sometimes the endless untangling of lines
Sometimes the small ones
Tossed back till
Another day
Sometimes the yarn of
The one that got away
(And only sometimes)
The mighty catch
The trophy to take home

The celebration of fishing is
Not about trophies
The real joy of fishing is

When it's the festive season for
Changing of the guard
Yesterday becomes
Time on ice
Rough and smoothe textures

It's then we see
The glistening beauty of trinkets
The small moments

When it's the festive season for
Changing of the guard
Tomorrow becomes
Time in the wings
Like a recipe waiting
Waiting for ingredients to gather
To mix
To bake
To chill
To be

Sometimes the batter
Sometimes the bowler
Sometimes the yarn of
The one that got away
(And only sometimes)
From way out in left field
The catcher scores
The mighty catch
The trophy to take home

The celebration of cricket is
Not about trophies
The real joy of cricket is

Jingle Poetry's Monday Poetry Potluck is hosted by Amanda and Kavita


Jingle said...

fishing is cool,
Awesome entry,
Glad to have you ....

have fun!

Teresa said...

Truly love that fishing poem! I never care if I catch a thing (would prefer not to), but it is beautiful to be on the lake. Very nice.

liv2write2day said...

Enjoyable read. Happy, creative 2011.

My potluck:

jessicasjapes said...

Very enjoyable! This is cleverly written and has a neat pattern to it. Well done !

Rachel Hoyt said...

I love that you started and ended with reminders that it's not about the game... it's about having fun while playing! :o)

dan roberson said...

Whatever the game, it's being in the moment, enjoying the surroundings, enjoying relationships. It's not about the competition(sometimes). Enjoyed the poems.

Reflections said...

True joy in any sport is in the play itself, never in the win or the trophy, those simply become the memories...

RiikaInfinityy said...

It is the point of having lots of fun in my opinion!=D

Oh and a side note, you are invited!

From 10:01 a.m. Monday December 27,2010 until 10:01 a.m. Saturday January 8, 2011 (CST), think about what you want to have, do and wish for this upcoming new year. After that, use them to create a poem, short fiction, prose, haiku or anything you can think of and link them in using the comment panel on this post:

Share your dreams, wish list and wishes over here as the new year comes greeting on us!

Note that you don’t have to be a poet or blogger in order to do it but a link to where your work can be seen by other audiences. Do ask your friends to join in the fun as well!^_^

Cheers and have a wonderful year ahead=D



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  • A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
  • Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
  • Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
  • Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
  • Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman

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