Empty Matchbox

Poetics ~ Say It Again, Sam

He walks so low in naked woes
The moonlight films his desperate way
The trees are armed with thorny bows

The wind of fears so softly blows
The sounds of midnight crimp his day
He walks so low in naked woes

His yesterdays were jewelled glows
The sounds of dreams seemed here to stay
The trees are armed with thorny bows.

The creeping hush of winter snows
Blue summer now will turn to grey
He walks so low in naked woes.

The creeping hush of gutted rose
Our summer boat becomes my sleigh
The trees are armed with thorny bows.

No more the joy of market shows
His little matchgirl whisked away
He walks so low in naked woes
The trees are armed with thorny bows.

Beware thoughts...

Neonic collage created in Picnik
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Carry on Tuesday #108 ~ This week, we have the first sentence from William Least Heat-Moon’s novel Blue Highways:
Beware thoughts that come in the night
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Poetry Pantry #52~

Doors open to trojans
Dark steeds
Beware thoughts that come in the night

Hosted by Keith's Ramblings


The Poetry Pantry is hosted by Poets United

Autumn Fest

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Colour in my Autumn world
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Mosaic Monday meme
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Like puppets on strings
Warm tones of a cold season
Like glowing embers
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Mosaic Monday is hosted by Mary @ Little Red House

Polished Gem

Picture pile collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Here are views of the new look Dromana pier on the Mornington Peninsula.
To celebrate being gazetted as a town on the peninsula 150 years ago, a garden recreation area (more seats for viewing the bay) with a focal yacht "mast style" flag pole have been created near the entrance to the popular Dromana pier.
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One Single Impression #165 ~ Place
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Haiku Heights #40 ~ Born
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Old and well loved place
Born to be new memories
Community gem
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* Headlines in Micropoetry Review April 24


Hosted by Andrée and SandyCarlson


Haiku Heights is hosted by Leo

When dreams melt...

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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3WW #CCXXXVII ~ cleanse + knead + melt
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When dreams melt
Purge realities
Toss them high
Knead them well
Bake golden in warm ovens
Cleanse the hungry soul
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Hosted by Thom @ Three Word Wednesday

This Stub of Fate

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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One Single Impression #164 ~ Shackles
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Slender moonlight
Mocks
This darkened prison


I kneel
Low


Always a gypsy,
Always destitute,
Frozen
Waiting...


Tortured forms
Wrought in stained glass
Loom
Like fiery dust
                     ...Ancient dust
Dancing
Casting
Shackles on my face
And a lilac mystery in my mind


I moan
Pained by
This stub of fate
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Hosted by Andrée and SandyCarlson

Autumn Resonance

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Shadows in my driveway, an Autumn leaf and a view of Port Phillip Bay from Safety Beach, Mornington Peninsula
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Haiku Heights #39 ~ Resonance
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Autumn resonance
Hushed skies, colours and shadows
Synthesised rhythms
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Haiku Heights is hosted by Leo

Just For Fun #4 ~ Computerised ~ A Kyrielle

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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Just For Fun #4 ~ Computerised ~ A Kyrielle
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Monday Poetry Potluck ~ Evolution, Environment, Survival
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My memory is sadly low
There is no sparkling template glow
My inner screen feels blanket grey
I need to boot my mind today


Upload some pictures and some news
Avoid You Tube with buffer queues
Try Googling blogs with power play
I need to boot my mind today


My bookmarks are a last resort
To poetry I must report
A kyrielle holds tempting sway
I need to boot my mind today
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Jingle Poetry's Monday Poetry Potluck is hosted by Amanda and Kavita

Transport Machines

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ A collection of transport machines - past and present - in our daily lives.
Most photos were taken at the Western Port Festival 2011.
The top middle photo was taken on the Nepean Highway at Anthony's Nose, Mornington Peninsula
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PhotoHunt #256 ~ Machine(s)
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We live with machines
Many are needed daily
Are we ruled by them
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Hosted by tnchick

Self - Portrait

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ The best way to create a self-portrait of me is to gather together those things I love in the world around me:
sea, sand and sky
the moon
wild life
Nature's lights and moods
trees
plants
our cat Shadow
my beautiful soul mate
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PhotoHunt #255 ~ Self-Portrait
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Inner self-portrait
Fragments of my lifestyle
My meaning in life
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Hosted by tnchick

Impression

Multiple exposure collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Seagulls on a wall and round the muddy shoreline at Hastings, Mornington Peninsula
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Haiku Heights #30 ~ Impression ~ suggested by Gemma
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Hushed wings in waiting
Secrets gathered in a storm
Misty impression
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Haiku Heights is hosted by Leo

A River of Stones #22 ~ Kitaro

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ The background is an image of night lights round Port Phillip Bay.
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A River of Stones #22 ~ Kitaro
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Re-visiting Kitaro
Re-vitalising the music in my soul
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Satriani's Music in Poetry

Pic created in Picnik by Gemma Wiseman
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Friday Poetically @ One Stop Poetry ~ Joe Satriani's Always With Me, Always With You ~ music prompt
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Soul strings in the sky
Abandon conformist shoes
Flying welled secrets

I give my lyrics
Reaching for yours on the winds
Our music always
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Friday Poetically is hosted by Brian Miller @ One Stop Poetry

Journey and The Road Ahead

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ One of the roads in my Mornington Peninsula world that I often travel and a wine bottle from a Christmas party.
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Monday Poetry Potluck #17 ~ Journey and The Road Ahead
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I know You are there...

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

Offering me an umbrella
Sometimes...
Convertible for
The chance of rain
Or sun...
But not so good on those
Blustery
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
Alone
In a dinghy...

Glare
Grit
Frost
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
Onwards...

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

Nothing...

I dream of Your precious chalice
Always waiting for my celebratory wine to pour
And fill...
(Sometimes
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
Before
My yellow brick road
Rises
To meet me
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Jingle Poetry's Monday Poetry Potluck is hosted by Amanda and Kavita

Passing Thoughts #11 ~ A Tribute to Jingle

Collage + poem by Gemma Wiseman
NOTE: The image is based on a statue at the Enchanted Maze, Arthurs Seat, Morningtinton Peninsula and there is a faint outline of a bell in a park at Queenscliff
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Passing Thoughts #11 ~ A Tribute to Jingle
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In honour of your creative, inspiring spirit.
Please accept this as your image and poem and do what you will with it!

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Night Into Day...

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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Carry on Tuesday #87
Our prompt this week is a quote from Tupac Shakur:
For every dark night, there's a brighter day...
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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
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Carry on Tuesday is hosted by Keith's Ramblings

Poinsettias at Christmas

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ These Christmas table mats I first used when my children were young.
That is about 30 years ago.
The poinsettia featured in the bottom mat is a common Christmas symbol in Australia.
Many shops sell living poinsettias as a Christmas gift!
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Friday My Town Shoot Out
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Symbols of Christmas
Glamorous poinsettias
Australian colours
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Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ These are my non-living poinsettias edged in gold glitter.
I place these in a vase.
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Friday My Town Shoot Out is hosted by Sarah

Halloween Dream

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Lately, we have had endless days of rain - a few days of Spring sun and then rain and rain.
I found these rose petals strewn on my verandah steps.
The colour seemed to have saturated into a ghostly shell.
And so began a dream...
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Carry on Tuesday #77 ~ Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier starts with the words:
Last night I dreamt I...
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One Single Impression #140 ~ Fancy
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Rain is a blessing
(Or should be)
But what if there is endless rain...

Last night I dreamt a Halloween dream
A Halloween fancy
A fearful prophecy
Tomorrow showers a new cycle of
Nature's Mysteries

Last night I dreamt
Rain became the new world power
Driving humanity indoors to enjoy
Virtual bushwalks
Virtual picnics
Virtual walking on golden sands by a blue sea

For outside
Light was grey
Sapping surface hues to skeletal pigments

Ghosts breathe here but cannot live

Last night I dreamt I was rain
Devouring colour
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Hosted by Keith's Ramblings


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