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, February 6, 2011

Remember...


Pic by Gemma Wiseman edited in Picnik ~ Musician playing outside the Dromana Hub shopping centre late on a Friday afternoon in November 2010.
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Writer's Island prompt #6 for 2011 ~ Beguile
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{{{Just a thin stranger
Playing his soul through music
Charming diversion

In a late moment
Lost smiling dancing rhythms
Remembered to pulse
}}}
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(Haikus written for my earlier post ~ Friday Revival)
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I wish I'd said hello

Today
A shimmering
Pale Sunday afternoon
You were walking the winding path
By the sea
Alone

Your slimness
(Almost frail
But immaculate as always)
Failed to cast much of a shadow

You seemed lost
In your world of loneness

I wish I'd said hello

But all I could feel was
The dialogue of
Your music
Your whispering spirit
As it was
On another
Pale afternoon

The beguile of that yesterday
Shone
Like an aura
A harmony of spheres

So somehow
Words
Now
Seemed
Misplaced
Like discord

Still
I wish
The ice of
Awkward shyness
Melted and...

I wish I'd said hello
~


Hosted by Rob Kistner

LOCATION: in the Sea of Words
LONGITUDE: Imagination
LATITUDE: Creativity
CLIMATE: Warm winds of wonder

3 comments:

Boonie S said...

Cool post.

All the best, Boonie

Marja said...

wow Gemma what a deep beautiful poem. I can see and feel the sene almost in front of me.

indiwriter said...

Lovely verse.. I liked your photography even more..

cheerz,

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