Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: lamp post

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Sunday, January 6, 2013

Melbourne Lamp Post Art

Artistic lamp post and shadows in Melbourne

Wondrous skill of art
It can evolve anywhere
And at any time

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A recent moment of freedom in a Dromana carpark, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression #124 ~ Overt
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Just an ordinary
Wind-blown
Chilled
Winter's day

Just an ordinary
Wait
In the carpark

A flurry of feet
Flying on the bars of
The trolley bay
Up the lamp-post
Perched
Cross-legged

The shoppers glanced and
Kept walking

I gazed and
Kept the camera
Steady

One shot
One blatant
Secret
Shot

One overt, free moment
Dissolving
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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
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
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

Over 50! And Motoring!

T.S.Eliot's poetry has never failed to intoxicate me! In fact, his sunlight on a broken column, his midnights and lamp posts, his female rhythms mouthing Michelangelo pleasantries are all bound up in the "overwhelming question" of our real biorhythms and souls! ~ We are cups, constantly and quietly being filled. The trick is, knowing how to tip ourselves over and let the beautiful stuff out. ~~~~Ray Bradbury ~~~~ Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~~~Anton Chekhov ~~~ Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. ~Angela Monet

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Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.- T.S.Eliot .............................. My page was too white/My ink was too thin/The day wouldn’t write/What the night pencilled in -'The Book of Longing' Leonard Cohen..................... Creative discord of fractured harmonies! Between the Question and the Answer is A Hush... A Whisper... A Dreaming...

The grit of raw desert lands whirls on the winds in erotic rhythms - sometimes. - Greyscale

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