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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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Height of Haiku Challenge ~ Windmill


An attraction/ride at the Western Port Festival earlier this year

Height of Haiku Challenge
Haiku Heights #61 ~ Windmill

Wild highflying spin
Time wheeling forward and back
Metronome windmill


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12 comments:

iblogmoore (Amanda Moore) said...

that looks absolutely terrifying, love the Haiku but that contraption would give me nightmares!

poetry-diary.com said...

I agree - what a windmill!

Ron. said...

EEEEEEK!! (The ride, not the poetry) Good stuff.

vivinfrance said...

That windmill's never going to grind flour! Clever haiku.

Nanka said...

Dizzying heights and the wind at the top will surely blow me away!! Well thought!!

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

I never would have thought of this kind of windmill--and I certainly wouldn't think of riding it!

No Windmill Here!

Grace said...

What a crazy dizzy windmill it is ~

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh I like this very much. Windmills marking the passing of time and live. Beautiful words and images.


Melanie

mjshorts said...

Great haiku, scary windmill.

Leo said...

I second Mj on this one. scary windmill :P :D

Patti said...

I'll pass on riding on that contraption, Gemma! No thanks.

Great Haiku!

TraciB said...

Well that's different...

I certainly wouldn't want to take a ride on that "windmill;" I don't like carnival rides that attempt to part me from my meal and belongings. ;)

Great poem, though. :)

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