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)


Sunday, January 23, 2011

January 6-11, 2011 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 6-11, 2011

An unknown rich face/ Character etched with vision/ Threads of yesterday

Down a winding path/ Treasure in a sea of greens/ Nature's sweet secret

Summer carnival/ Holiday games and fun rides/ Colourful puree

Summer and water/ Crowds are drawn to gleaming sands/ Holiday spirit

A routine of highs and lows/ Caged circle of freedom/ Daily drudge/ Becomes/
A thrill on/ The ferris wheel

Marina beauty/ Gentle serene water worlds/ Sweet secret haven

Chords and harmonies/ Vibrant sounds of summer beats/ Heated holidays

Distant city view/ Pale mysterious mural/ Geometric art

Running/ Barefoot/ On a fresh freeway
Salt scents/ The rain of sun
Seeking new moccasins

Strolling summer sands/ Enjoying the rain of sun/ My shadow and I

Enjoying the beach/ Like living in private worlds/ Faces of summer

Belief in new life/ Celestial destiny/ Joy in abundance
Belief in new hope/ Celestial abundance/ Inner destiny

For every downfall of an Empire/ For every Dark Age/ For every Holocaust
For every curse of poverty/ Flood/ Drought/ Starvation
For every onslaught of/ Greed
Lust/ Manic madness
For every loss of a child
For every dark night/ There's a brighter day
Somewhere/ For some one

Candle magic/ Longings/ Romance/ Golden memories/ All dancing in
One/ Tiny/ Flame

Yellow parachute/ Like a flying umbrella/ Sail led by sailing

I know You are there...

Reaching into unfiltered sands
Like a shipping channel
But with seasonal warnings attached...

Offering me an umbrella
Convertible for
The chance of rain
Or sun...
But not so good on those
Windy days...

Yet always
I know You are there...

I feel like a pioneer...
Some days
Bumping along in a home-made wagon...
Other days
Cast adrift
In a dinghy...

Scorching sun
The hollow pain of aching for
Holistic food...

And all the while I know
I am committed
To walk
Ride or sail or drive
Maybe run
Maybe fly

I know You are there
Going somewhere...
For I taste the scents of questions
Sweet eagerness
Spicey concern
And ultimately know...


I dream of Your precious chalice
Always waiting for my celebratory wine to pour
And fill...
You tease me with
A brief whiff...)
Exclusive vintage from
My watery, limpid tomorrows
Magically turned into the wine of memories...

But I do understand just one thing...
I need to tread the grapes
In naked feet
My yellow brick road
To meet me

A boutique township/ Bubbling with colour and sights/ Waiting by the sea

Never build on unstable ground/ So we are told/ But some choose
Shifting earths as/ A place to grow/ Creatively

Wizard Wells magic/ Legend in wine storage art/ Unique promotion

Fickle social seas/ Restrictions surf around us/ Just keep floating on

Queensland flood crisis/ Like realities melting/ Kaleidoscopic

1 comment:

Marja said...

Gemma hat a down pour of creativity and beauty. Great Haiku's and I love the poem " I know you are there" Excellent



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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
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  • 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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