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, August 26, 2012

Am I Still Yesterday?

Kite flying in the Rosebud Kite Festival held in March on the Mornington Peninsula each year.

Wings change tone and balance
When Summer colours find Autumn

Midway in life's journey
Yesterday's child finds the mirror

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Unspoken said...

I like that last line. How apropos!

Anonymous said...

Oh 'Wings change tone and balance' awesome lines used in the haiku with great meanings. Loved it. :)

Anonymous said...

The sound pair of "balance" and "challenge" is a great one.

Rinkly Rimes said...

Lovely shot and I liked your second haiku.

Mary said...

Beautiful photograph and message. Loved the last line of your poem!

Kerry O'Connor said...

There is wisdom in these words - the ones that stand alone are particularly engaging.

Scarlet said...

Lovely photograph and words ~

I wish summer is longer...

CanadianGardenJoy said...

beautiful poetry Gemma .. I could see myself looking in the mirror .. how strange more thoughts of my childhood have been intruding as never before.
I love the kite : ) Husband brings a large one like that to Cuba every year for his holiday and then leaves it for the kids there .. they have a blast : )

Jennifer Wagner said...

A reflective piece. I think my favorite line is:

When Summer colours find Autumn

But it's your title that drew me right in...really makes me think, I love that.

PhotoDiction said...

I think the last line is the everyday challenge - to look at oneself and see how much we've changed, while still retaining a sense of that child as we age.

Geraldine said...

this is truly lovely...

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I loved the last line as well--beautiful writing!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ooh, multi-leveled in meaning.....yesterday's child does find the mirror. So well said!

Chèvrefeuille said...

Nice poem Gemma, a bit different from the other form I know you of ... the haiku. Lovely imagery in this one.
Great picture too.


Willow said...


SandyCarlson said...

That mirror can be a mixed blessing.

Melissa Russell said...

It's true, without wings (figuratively) we're clipped in our flight of life. So hard to find that balance.

This poem, though small in stature, is huge with metaphoric thinking. Love the reference to our crossroads in life.

Enjoyed this.

Daydreamer said...

Beautiful. At first I thought it was a real bird. Your poem is filled with lovely imagery. I also really liked that last line. One day we do suddenly look in the mirror and realise we are no longer a child.

Brian Miller said...

yesterdays child finds the mirror....what a cool line that the imagery of the wings...and them changing with the season as well...very nice...

Unknown said...

Oh, really nice. Love the metaphors. That pic is awesome, the lifelike nature of the kite is amazing. Really cool shot. Yesterday's child finds the mirror-what a great line.

kaykuala said...

Midway in life's journey
Yesterday's child finds the mirror

The youngster upon reaching adulthood will find similarities of what life has been. A deja vu sort of! Nicely written Gemma!


gautami tripathy said...

Good to be back here...!

confessing ochre is never far away

Anonymous said...

oh, i love the line about summer's colors...that would fit the prompt over at We Write Poems, too!

Anonymous said...

love the images! Beautiful poem x



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