My Twitter Stones

9.01.11
I Twitter / Like a bird singing from prime instincts
Comment: Debs Rickard ~ There's humorous truth in this!

10.01.11
It's a Jabberwocky kind of day / Disgruntled skies need lots of understanding
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I can't see Port Phillip Bay / Yet sea mist white-out cannot prove / It's not there
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Mass huddle in a gum tree / Colourful /Sweet shrieks of protest
Wild grey rain / Thwarts / The summer fruit massacre by / Rosellas
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Keeping still / Someimes can be a recipe for / Keeping stale
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11.01.11
Two faces of water / I quench / I flood /Both know /Life and /Death
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A darkened / Misty afternoon / Sponged with rain / In Melbourne / (Just like Queensland) / But I have home comforts
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12.01.11
Very Strange Summer Skies (Heavenly post)
Blue darkness at dawn /White swirling afternoon mists /A twisted summer

Queensland Floods On My Mind
Dedicated to all those who are struggling through the flood crisis in Queensland!
(Watery Wednesday post #122)
Your world is water / Like a rushing wild demon / Nature's moods unleashed

But we offer sails / Our belief and hope in you / From us ~ Namaste
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Summer time / And the living is queasy / Summer time / Flooded with chills / Winter recycled?
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Queensland Flood Reflections ...
Twitter and Facebook / Like underground flood rescue / New wave connections
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A day inundated with Queensland floods / My computer has crashed / And my kitchen tap has sprung a leak / I feel fractured but fortunate
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13.01.11
Plain of wide brown sea / River metamorphosis / Please be a mirage
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Wry chameleon / Land of impulsive extremes / My Australia
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14.01.11
Summer morning moods / Rainy face breathes herbal scents / Shifting watching eyes
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Designer shadows / Reality's calling card / Interpretations
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15.01.11
Misty skeletons /A soft fire cleansing the earths / Eerie persuasion

Stars jostle for galactic space / Only a desert spirit would know

Worlds riddled with mud / Floodplains of catastrophe / Streets crammed with heartbeats

Spliced reality / Revolting mud-ribboned streets / Dreams re-invented

Low woomp of grilled speed/ Colours pressed into action/ Umbrella duty

16.01.11
Artwork evolving/ Foam fretting in pools of sand/ Shoreline mandala

I give my lyrics/ Reaching for yours on the winds/ Our music always

17.01.11
Strange cold summer nights/ Like the world is re-turning/ Nature's dark ages

18.01.11
Exquisite Red Rock/ Heavenly sour cream and chives/ Addictive rice crisps

Chat room mania/ Virtual party event/ Invent your ID

Waiting for a romantic evening spin/ Two kookaburras on a clothes line

Sickly late afternoon moon/ Missing your sunshine

22.01.11
Scents of rain/ Like gossamer trinkets on the dark wind

24.01.11
From coat hanger inception to / iron lung birth / blossomed / the iron maiden / Sydney Harbour Bridge

Blank darkness along the back fence/ The holiday season has/ Terminated

25.01.11
Home is where/ the spirit creates/ nurtures seedlings and/ happily strikes/ new grafts

Sometimes I feel/ like an unpainted ship/ circling the seas/ charmed by/ the Flying Dutchman

27.01.11
words laced with lemon/ self-inflicted handicap/ bitter jealousy

28.01.11
beneath the veil of darkness/ fears shape/ fears

it's a bargain/ to wake each day and/ to keep smiling/ each sunset is/ a ripper deal

30.01.11
In wonderful worlds/ Where once little feet wandered/ Like dreams in flash-back

Summer heat/ Like a daze of dreams/ Swirls hypnotically/ Round the crowded sands/ Breeding a dervish trance

A Month of Beautiful Stones

Twilight
The kitchen huddles around candlelight.
The garden retreats
- Julie Singleton @ Small Stones from Sussex

East Clock
every morning
on foot
i descend into town

the church tower welcomes me with the correct time
Kuvalaya @ Petals on the Wind

warm soapy suds wash away syrupy remnants from breakfast plates
- Kiwibok @ Soul Sisters

a year of small stones - 001
branches sharp like knives
in the brilliant air.
- Sunflower Roots

Bereft - Small Stone #2
Last year’s garbage
Christmas trees along the road
bereft of glittering lights.
- Laura Lawless @ A Dreamer's Notebook

a year of small stones - 002
gnarled white fingers
two sycamores reach for
each other.
- Sunflower Roots

Silver Spoon for A River of Stones
Silver spoon ~ tiny mirror ~ little pool ~ memory keeper.
- Off the Page Poetry

Walking to the shop for a newspaper
caught in summer's sudden shower
the water-web wrapping me
in happy paralysis
- Jennie Fraine @ Jaywig's Jotter

A RIVER of STONES #1
It's funny, you know, how you can sit around thinking about what you wish to
be, and then, in one simple, unobtrusive moment the Universe, because you have put forth just a small effort, rewards you by taking you exactly where you need to go.
- Mimi Foxmorton @ Collage Pirate
(My Comment: I often find by projecting my dreams, reality finds me in most unexpected ways!)

Morning Commute - Small Stone #3
Frozen pink sky
Naked trees shiver
along the roadside
- Laura Lawless @ A Dreamer's Notebook

the ancients
called it pneuma
breath or soul
all short poems
sigh this spirit
(pub. in Handful of Stones 01/02/2011)
- T. D. Ingram @ Signs of Life

Need
They bought her a puppy
when what she needed
was her mum and a ride
across the far side
of the moon.
- Rose Mary Boehm @ A Handful of Stones

A River of Stones #2
There is a distinct lack of light now that the snow has melted in a rare December thaw. The dog, who insists on a fresh patch of snow for each pee, amuses me with a doggie ballet as he performs his dance on the last, small mound. It's good to start the day laughing in the dark.
- Mimi Foxmorton @ Collage Pirate

morning paper
Laying silent on the driveway
So many words
Wait
To be unwrapped
- Kylie in Adelaide @ Pausing to pick up small stones

Small Stone 2nd January 2011
I'm back in my garish teenage bedroom.
Things are exactly as I remember them.
Is it the dust or the memories bringing tears to my eyes?
- Jen Smith @ Wide Open Eyes

NaSmaStoMo #3
My childhood
was carefully
bordered in
yellow angles
with a
high gloss
shine.
- Blue Blithers

A Small Stone NUMBER 4
This morning the radio said the partial eclipse was a smiley face on the horizon. The clouds didn't co-operate. It’s another four years before the next one I won’t see.
- Connecting

'Takeaway'
The pneumatic whirl and clang of a dust cart
Taking away what's left of last year
- Hussam

A river of stones. January 3
The cat curled up on the sofa. A black question mark against the cushions.
- Morning AJ

Sunday Morning
Sunday morning
The day stretches out before us
What to do?
Two small children dance at the foot of the bed
Calling out for activity
I sink into the warm bed's embrace
and choose not to choose
for the moment
- Existential Moments

AROS Stone three
It is the first turning which decides the direction of a journey.
- Cat Down Under

Chaos
Gridlock. Jousting for position.
Urban arteries pulse.
Disconnect
- Wind Dancer @ Mists of Morning
(My Comment: Neat! And a beautiful presentation of an urban headache!)

I Can Still Feel It
My Toe!
My right big toe was
stepped on
hard
by a horse
“Danzarina”
Who I loved
more than 20 years ago.

I still feel it.
- Off the Page Poetry

small stone: January 4
The spot where I trod my name out in snow
froze over again:
now I’ve become an unyielding glyph
of ice.
- Joseph Harker @ Naming Constellations

Revolution
We spin at
over 1,000
miles per
hour.
Sliding the
sunset
away
- Practice Makes Perfect
(My Comment: Great spin on an old routine!)

birds, stone 5
a long black telephone wire
dangling from pole to pole.
they don't make them above ground these days
sixty black birds weigh the wire down
chirp chirp chirp
enjoying the rare iowa winter sun.
yet in the middle sits one white
larger then the others,
brighter, purer, wholesome
is he feeling inferior, judged
or almost like a god?
- Sleeping With Bicycles and Glowing Monsters

a river of stone - Jan 4
driving to work
on my first day back,

in the morning mist –
traffic lights turn red.
- Talking to the Moon

small stone #5
shopping mall
a wide open space
where Santa used to be
- Kirsten Cliff's Swimming in Lines of Haiku

bath
longing for eucalyptus in a room steam-full of pumpkin spice.
- sami, curiously

Light
Fingerprints on the window; a miniature crime scene.
- Small Stones from Sussex

River of Stones - Jan 5th
As I wait for the tea water to boil
the silence fills with the tick of the clock and the bumpy hum of the refrigerator -
my domestic symphony.
- First Line

Rain like scree
6.
the darkest day
rain like scree

the promise of Summer
in ice cream colours
on beach hut doors
- Annie Kerr @ Inkhaven

a river of stones-Jan 4
saving the parking space
between snow banks--
the lawn chair
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 5
the freeze-dried rose bud --
unaware that Indian summer
was only temporary
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

A bird song
Brilliant orange ball of fire!
We fly towards you,
In formation.
One leads, two follow,
The rest of us behind.
We're coming home
- Of Heaven and the Spirit

Night
Christmas stars
throw a merry light
on
fallen frangipani
- Verse days of my life

stone #5
walking past the coffee shop
where my friends used to work

the coffee may still be brewing
but the warmth is gone
- jasoncrane.org

stone #6
today my brain is more spoon than blade
rounded and dull in my unslept head
still, I’ll grind it against the whetstone
sharpen my wits for what’s ahead
- jasoncrane.org

Old News
I told him of our changes, but he’d already read about it on Facebook. – B (guest stoner)
- Stars and Willows

small stone - Jan 7
the sound of happy
drifts out
from under my daughter's door
- Pausing to pick up small stones

Two Stones (playing catch up)
Ten days after Christmas
a lamp post still wrapped in green and red foil;
I want to cover it with my jacket
and take it home.
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The sound of a match striking:
a crackle gives way to a soft roar
full of fury, full of warning.
- Stars and Willows

Small Stone - Day 6
Black cat carries night
into pale morning.
- Stars and Willows

River of Stones - Day 8
In the garden
melting snow resembles
a mass of white continents
floating in an ocean of green.
- The Gathering of Stones

River of Stones - Day 9
From
this perspective
the tree branches
reach down,
gnarly wood lightning
hitting the town.
- The Gathering of Stones

Yellow
A daffodil-yellow balloon
drenched in sunshine
the colour of my baby’s happiness.
- Verse days of my life

576
oranges dropped in parking lot snow
an old man picks them up with gloveless hands
- feathers
(My Comment: A drop of sad magic here! For some strange reason I thought of Hans Christian Anderson’s story of “The Little Match Girl”!)

haiku
morning twilight
the shape of things
falling into place
- January Stones

a river of stones 14
new year resolution...
the handbrake on the car
continues to stick
- Lynne Rees @ an open field

a river of stones-Jan 11
With the email
about his passing,
I think about my own social footprint
that would be silenced.
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 14
the red cherry
at the bottom of the glass
bounces
to the beat
from the dance floor
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 17
how often we take for granted
how well we feel...
until we don't
- Cracked Sugar Bowl


silver moon disc
gilds the dark desert
keeping coyote conversation
and restless dreams
company
- Desert Stones

a river of stones - Jan 30
after cleaning house,
I look up at the corner
of my room – and there
a spider
cleaning house
- Lonnard @ Talking to the Moon

Twitter CyberBonn: - The confectioner / dripping designer chocolate freckles / on your cheek
(My Comment: A great sense of playful mischief in this one.)
Twitter CyberBonn: Your funny scowl / turns two eyebrows / into one
(My Comment: A great, light-hearted observation, turning grim into grin.)
Twitter CyberBonn: - The wind / hissing / through / cat o nine tail / stalks
(My Comment: Beautiful, snake-like image and the word "stalks" creates a surreal nightmare halt to the scenario! Dynamic, animated still life!)

Twitter MarthaWriting: I throw fruit instead of passing it nicely because I like the clappy-slappy noise when you catch it
(My Comment: A real "kiddywinks" reaction! We sophisticated adults should bend a little and enjoy more of these moments! Love it!)
Twitter MarthaWriting: Bang! Bang! Hammers and dust clouds fly. I think, ‘It’ll be nice when it’s done’, then hate my imagination for throwing my week away.
(My Comment: Renovating? Routine "must do's" have no grace + don't fix themselves! They wait with evil grins for us to face them again!)
Twitter forgottenworks too old for lullabies / i open the small window / and let the rainsound in
(My Comment: Magical reality suggesting that the charm of childhood may only be a window away!)
Twitter gennepher the road/ just/ sat there/ it didn't take her anywhere/ she had to do the walking
Twitter gennepher: the child / picked / dandelions / from the top / of the abandoned air raid shelter
Twitter MarthaWriting: Two feet, one cream and one pink. The pink one is going to tingle like hell in a minute.
Twitter forgottenworks grey heron / a still life / among the rushes
(My Comment: Great play on still life and living energy! "Rushes" is loaded!

Twitter expatinCAT
Frost sparkles / in a winter sun.. / white wine.
On a park bench / a pristine copy / of Proust's 'Remembrance Of Things Past' / open / at page 16.
She is my favourite pizza topping
'Relief' and 'release' / can sometimes spell / 'happiness'
The cage door / swings open / I reach inside / and gently gather up / my future dream
Jet chases a flock / of seagulls.. / perspective

Passing Thoughts #12 ~ My Selected Blog + Twitter Comments for January 2011

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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1.01.11

The acrostic element is like an elemental whisper in the wings! It barely seems to control the lovely series of ideas in the poem. Especially loved "Sans a box, to put these sins back in," I am sure that Pandora's Box enjoys a mention! Great poem!
(in response to The Prophecy That is @ The Enchanted River)

This poem has dramatic guts, right to the last bristly line! Powerful!
(in response to The Dead Woman Poem #1 @ Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott)

Amazing character sketches of personas! Love the slight differences and especially love the real inner spirit imbued in the last very personal insight into the writer's persona!
(in response to Wishes! by Someone is Special)

A powerful drama of inner dialogue! Like a reality check... when dreaming is simply not enough for the thirsty inner spirit! A challenging piece of creative writing!
(in response to Becky Sain's ...and then @ First Pages)

A sensual journey through a winter wonderland vibrant with metaphorical innuendo and creative, melancholic symbolism. Loved this memory flashback!
(in response to Walking on Frost @ Brokenpenwriter)

My favourite image must be "the howl of time's inferno"...dramatic, Dantean metaphor! A rich poem laden with legendary echoes in a newly found cave!
(in response to The Homemade Wine of the Picaro @ Bill Sigler's Poet Tree)

A refreshing review of our spiritual birth! Especially loved the erotic enigma of the words:
"the kiss
of now, the rapprochement
of being and unbeing."
A beautiful, enchanting piece of poetry!
(in response to Meeting @ the uncrooked tree)

O what a delicious metaphorical romp through spiritual reality! The whimsical, playful charms of a child pushing boundaries is alive while the skeptical adult nods along secretly in the wings! Two personas as one! Creative!
(in response to New Year @ the uncrooked tree)

2.01.11

A novel interpretation of the photo! There is one level that is jaunty, devil-may-care and another that has a beautiful, whimsical thread of melancholy! And the final bravado is priceless!
(in response to Mrs Miniver Goes to Coney Island @ 8th Avenue South)

6.01.11
"Shredded papers" lead to shredded images! Like multi-coloured confetti...a celebration and/or a sign of the throw away society!
(in response to curtain of pebbled path @ Gautami Tripathy's blog rooted)

19.01.11
"shaved by a drunken barber..." What a finale! A brilliant piece of gross writing brushed/drilled with artistic flourish!
(in response to Tess Kincaid's Root Canal)

This poem is riddled with a melancholic whirpool! We may not know the place, but we feel the wild will of the waters! Sadly beautiful!
(in reponse to Chris G's Sustain)

24.01.11
It seems right that the cleansing place should be a thinking place cast in blue silence! Lovely poem!
(in response to Lynne H's poem 3am)


14.01.11
@ dgdreamin clicking and clacking / shiny marbles of my youth / appear in my dreams
(My Comment: Great sound effects! Like a jaunty little steam train!)

@ haikumonk snowman / in the afternoon sun / his wide brim hat / and designer shades / are not enough

16.01.11
@ FullMoonPilgrim: i am going to the beach...to cry a sea.
(My Comment: Sad and beautiful)
@ FullMoonPilgrim: wind crawls in the air / the night is dragged / by the sound / of mistuned / radio.
(My Comment: Creative and sharp! Beautiful!)

18.01.11
@ GossamerWinged
You speak to me~words of spun sugar~but I can't hear~my heart is numb
(My Comment: Sad, beautiful, silky sounds!)

@ lippy73
My life a puzzle / trying to make a picture / without a box lid
(My Comment: Great wry sprigs of humour in a very serious thought!)

20.01.11
@ ldwilkinson
early January / already / this new year shimmers / with a map / of scrapes and grazes
(My Comment: I connect! Beautifully expressed!)

22.01.11
@Kitaronetwork
1. Many years ago, when my soul seemed frozen, I found your music. Now your music still breathes creative energy and peace into my soul.
2. Much of my poetry (esp haikus) + photos (on my blog) resonate with the spirit of your music! Thank you! Namaste!

@ coffeeperc
he reads her poems / she writes / his shopping list
(My Comment: Great quirky irony in this!)


Two poems spellbound me this month
1. Joseph Harker's Come As You Aren't @ Naming Constellations...
I love this city: I love the lies uprooted from red clay
rolled between palms and heated in ignorant crucibles
to white white heat:...
2. Magical Mystical Teacher's haiku
carnival of clouds—
shadows chanting ancient songs
as the elders dance


+

The blog that continually spellbinds me is Kris'
This Will Hurt Me.
Each post title is a wry twist on conventional ideas.
e.g. If I take care of my character, my reputation will take care of me
Knowledge of human nature is the beginning and end of political education
You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action
Nothing is so admirable in politics as a short memory
The more we have the less we own
Meetings are indispensable when you don't want to do anything
Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit
Nothing is stranger to man than his own image
History is the record of an encounter between character and circumstances
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood
The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance - it is the illusion of knowledge

Many posts have delightful images of his world, his family in Hobart, Tasmania + a continual changing perspectives and "detours" on larger world features.

17.01.11 I nominate @Onestoppoetry for a Shorty Award in #poetry because they stimulate the poetic beast in us all!

I nominate @Onestoppoetry for a Shorty Award in #art because they stimulate the creative beast in us all!

January 19-25 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 19-25
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19.01.11
Water sand and sky/ Shoreline crammed with sunseekers/ Enjoy rare moments

Tiny character/ Hops around in happy dance/ A wren in motion

Creative white train/ Artistic item for home/ White magic for sale

Cafe by the sea/ Pizza and pasta delights/ Cute and welcoming

Blurred generation/ Gowned mannequins face the snow/ Invisible past
But in the 1600's/ Bold forebears shared adventures/ Famed Three Musketeers

Our cat is due for a vet appointment today!
Cage/ Worming tablet/ Booster injection/ Shave between the paws/ Cage
I'M stressed!!!

20.01.11
Impressive large beak/ Plenty of feathery bulk/ Pelican grandeur

Public rules for dogs/ Beer garden limitations/ I hope dogs can read

Moonlight shadows/ Distilling the heat/ Melting the ragged shapes and
Rough colours of/ Today into/ Yesterday

21.01.11
Tranquil scenery/ A place to enjoy being/ Feel within beauty

Senior and junior/ Sharing a walk together/ A happy moment

Where the ocean rises to greet the sky/ I know she has sailed away/ Peacefully

22.01.11
Rippling reflections/ Enchanting dance of colours/ Like melting moments

Waiting for service/ Cars drain patience and pocket/ Liquid survival

Re-visiting Kitaro/ Re-vitalising the music in my soul

23.01.11
Diamond like shadows/ Sometimes laundries dress quite well/ Thanks to Nature's help

Blues on rolling blues/ Blue shopping by blue sea/ Touch of blue heaven

From a distance/ Earth, sea and sky/ Grow/ Daily dramas/ Numb

24.01.11
Creative milkshake/ Seaside shops enjoy gimmicks/ Leisure atmosphere

Reeled into the vortex of your moment

Your wine
Stilling my
Alternative realities

The simmering
Seering aura of
Your dark beauty
Mischievously
Unwrapping
My secrets

I feel like a goddess
Discovered
Elevated
Elated

Dancing in
The shamanic whirls of your
Exotic cigars

Iced minds
Staring at a
Murky mist of
Shameful questions

Our bridge
Our icon
So far away

Between us a white
Blank
Quagmire

Oasis
Eternal Spring of
Cosmic Energy
where
Moonlight on the
Shimmering Horizon
awakens the
Moondance

Cosmic Love
within the
Fragrance of Nature

in the Beginning
an old
Silk Road
charmed the
Flight of the Spirit

a Mysterious Encounter
with the
Symphony of the Forest
stirred a
Magical Wave
to the
Symphony of Dreams
like a
A Drop of Silence
buoyed on a
Silver Cloud
in
Transit on the Wind

beyond the
Howling Thunder
I felt
Innocent People
on a
Journey to a Fantasy
like a
Glittering Green
Stream of Being
in
Endless Water

ultimate
Mandala
and
Revelation

My Muse is on glorious Safari/ I'm re-shaping our garden

25.01.11
Popular cafe/ Laden with Italian style/ Taste and character

Grey and silver team/ One seems dusky and one shines/ Like paired yin and yang

Old tiny doorway/ Windowless and tightly closed/ Questions and secrets

Pink clouds model quiet beauty/ Brash greys intent on different strokes
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January 12-18 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 12-18, 2011
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12.01.11
Your world is water/ Like a rushing wild demon/ Nature's moods unleashed
But we offer sails/ Our belief and hope in you/ From us - Namaste

Tiny wee muppet/ Beautiful but loud warbling/ Character on wings

Blue darkness at dawn/ White swirling afternoon mists/ A twisted summer

Twitter and Facebook/ Like underground flood rescue/ New wave connections

13.01.11
Some puzzles and games/ Some educational toys/ Stimulate children

Brave tugboat and pier/ Like David and Goliath/ Concrete miracle

14.01.11
Summer morning moods/ Rainy face breathes herbal scents/ Shifting watching eyes

Small angel watches/ Curious kookaburra/ A magic moment

Grey and earth patterns/ Some trees love new characters/ Gowns for each season

Designer shadows/ Reality's calling card/ Interpretations

15.01.11
Just a paddling duck/ Weaving a magical scene/ Like swimming in clouds

Misty skeletons/ A soft fire cleansing the earths/ Eerie persuasion

Worlds riddled with mud/ Floodplains of catastrophe/ Streets crammed with heartbeats

Low woomp of grilled speed/ Colours pressed into action/ Umbrella duty

16.01.11
Crop of leaf shadows/ Secret remnants of sunshine/ Harvest of summer

Shadows and sunlight/ Whispers of falling rainbows/ Like a sweet dreamscape

Soul strings in the sky/ Abandon conformist shoes/ Flying welled secrets
I give my lyrics/ Reaching for yours on the winds/ Our music always

Carnival insomnia/ Sharp tinkle of carousels/ Wind up and wind out
Bright musical lights/ How I remember them/ Shambles in flashback

Creativity/ Limited by stale thoughts/ Re-invent the slate

17.01.11
Bright sunny image/ Always a smiling garden/ Welcome alien

Orange means summer/ Like a heated glowing light/ Bold and beautiful

Shadow connections
Smoothing corrugated worlds
Our secret mural

Our different shoes
Prime points in a pyramid
A frame for our souls

Facing each other
Shaping lone spaces with love
As one in blue jeans

Uncool in Samurai cultures! Damned art career!
My decorative, unique shield finally looked like a fancy golf umbrella.
A cartoonist? Hmmm

Motorised rolling by the sea may look like disabled exercise,
But the dog trotting alongside may offer a different version.

18.01.11
Cool summer beach scenes/ Like gentle drifting magic/ Strange quiet spaces

Like delicate bells/ Waiting to ring in summer/ Soft sounds of silence

Waiting for a romantic evening spin/ Two kookaburras on a clothes line

January 6-11, 2011 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 6-11, 2011
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6.01.11
An unknown rich face/ Character etched with vision/ Threads of yesterday

7.01.11
Down a winding path/ Treasure in a sea of greens/ Nature's sweet secret

Summer carnival/ Holiday games and fun rides/ Colourful puree

Summer and water/ Crowds are drawn to gleaming sands/ Holiday spirit

A routine of highs and lows/ Caged circle of freedom/ Daily drudge/ Becomes/
A thrill on/ The ferris wheel

8.01.11
Marina beauty/ Gentle serene water worlds/ Sweet secret haven

Chords and harmonies/ Vibrant sounds of summer beats/ Heated holidays

Distant city view/ Pale mysterious mural/ Geometric art

Running/ Barefoot/ On a fresh freeway
Salt scents/ The rain of sun
Seeking new moccasins

9.01.11
Strolling summer sands/ Enjoying the rain of sun/ My shadow and I

Enjoying the beach/ Like living in private worlds/ Faces of summer

Belief in new life/ Celestial destiny/ Joy in abundance
Belief in new hope/ Celestial abundance/ Inner destiny

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

Candle magic/ Longings/ Romance/ Golden memories/ All dancing in
One/ Tiny/ Flame

10.01.11
Yellow parachute/ Like a flying umbrella/ Sail led by sailing

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
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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

A boutique township/ Bubbling with colour and sights/ Waiting by the sea

Never build on unstable ground/ So we are told/ But some choose
Shifting earths as/ A place to grow/ Creatively

11.01.11
Wizard Wells magic/ Legend in wine storage art/ Unique promotion

Fickle social seas/ Restrictions surf around us/ Just keep floating on

Queensland flood crisis/ Like realities melting/ Kaleidoscopic

January 1-5, 2011 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 1-5, 2011
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1.1.11
Strange watery depths / Dark shapes and mystical tones / Libran reflections

New and a deep green / Unpretentious small mailbox / Shining New Year hope

Like a silver spray / Like a bouquet of water / Enchanting fountain

New white wings / Champion / Old dark tangled secrets and lines

Bright light of summer / Cool sapphire skies and waters / A New Year begins

2.01.11
A mural of tiles / Colours arranged in patterns / Shadows cast contrasts

Unexpected scene / Flowers flooded with summer / A child in clear light

New colours of summer /New life casts new shadows

Oriental shades / Translucent veiled yesterdays / Secretive romance

3.01.11
Buttery lemon / Waves of beautiful petals / Sweet rose perfection

Beginning to grow / Finding personal colours / Finding unique space
Beginning to be / Like peeking over a fence / Hesitant wonder

Gardening is such an earthy tournament/ Thorns and mud/ Trophies

4.01.11
Sharing summer fruits/ A child meets Nature's wonders/ Lifetime memory

One small character/ Slides like a symbol of one/ Intriguing life form

A child longed to see what the old man saw/ But discovered more

5.01.11
Magical garden/ A place to be enchanted/ Dream some dreams awhile

Rainbow lorikeets/ Bold scavengers of fruit trees/ Love shaded secrets

Unique 3D maze/ Swirling neonic colours/ Dream delirium

Soft skies of summer/ Whispers of glistening hours/ Romance of morning

Fireworks in Sydney on New Year's Eve/ Like watching a fizzy rainbow connection

Smudge plausible worlds/ Greed will taint beauty/ Sour dreams willingly