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, June 12, 2011


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One Stop Poetry ~ Picture Prompt Challenge
Poetry Pantry #53

If only
Memories ringing
Draughty shed
Leather scents
If only my grandfather
Could reach for the phone

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Brian Miller said...

leather scents...nice, it builds on the image of grandfather...i wish he could as well...tight longing...

kelly said...

Very nice. Short and impacting.

Anonymous said...

sight, smells, touch, sound..and emotions bring this poem a sense of true immediacy...being in the moment...The short form actually brought me right into that space with a type of efficiency that lends itself to creating a rich, whole, full experience...well done!

dustus said...

Love the shadorma form, and you used the form to fit your message very well. The lines with few syllables held create a reaching effect that compliments meaning. Great shadorma.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yes, this picture also reminded me of all the phone calls I'll never receive again.

Mary said...

A poignant read! A reminder to make phone calls while we can.

Reflections said...

It too reminded me of calls unmade, and those which could never again be answered... well done.

Claudia said...

fine capture of the longing to speak with someone long_gone and the use of the leather scent..makes it even stronger

Louise Gallagher said...

Ah yes, If only...


what a beautiful poem.

hedgewitch said...

One of my favorite forms because it does this sort of thing so well, channels words and weights them just right, when done as skillfully as you have here. Enjoyed it much.

Anonymous said...

Ah a shadorma! Loved this because it said so little and left the telling to us. Wishing what was once new could be re newed once more.

Helena White said...

There are several people I would love to speak with...Love this!

Andy said...

A very thought-provoking poem.

We are all so busy & tied up in our lives that we forget how much joy a simple phone call to a loved one/friend can bring.

Thank you for sharing.



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