Old Rugged Legend

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ One of William Ricketts sculptures at Seawinds, Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
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Macro Monday meme
Monday Poetry Train Revisited #66
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Wise old rugged face
Patiently waiting out time
Past links with future
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A Touch of Gold

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Statue in the Enchanted Maze Garden at Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
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Mellow Yellow Monday #54
One Single Impression #102 ~ Single
Monday Poetry Train Revisited #66
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Sunny bright yellows
Tiny winding trail of gold
A quest for beauty
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Searching band of gold
Shy single old impression
Some yellow brick road
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Blowing the Curve

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A pretty corner in the Enchanted Maze Garden, Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
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One Single Impression #101 ~ Blowing the Curve
Monday Poetry Train
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Attractive garden
Circular pedestal pot
Apparently so
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Patterned curved detail
Blowing the visual curve
Imagined cycle
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Short Sharp News Alert #3 ~ Dromana's New Pearl

An artist's impression of Dromana's Pearl Beach Resort - from Mornington Peninsula Leader - Dromana resort ruling rage
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Short Sharp News Alert #3 ~ Dromana's New Pearl ~ A sonnet
Monday Poetry Train Revisited #63
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A coastal village on Port Phillip Bay
Dromana is the joy of seaside life.
Each season is a song in Nature's play,
Each moment is a scenic pause from strife.
When holidays are tempting weary slaves
And Christmas is a time to find escapes,
Parades of campers inundate the waves
While residents try dealing with new shapes.
But those new shapes will last for longer now.
A huge three tiered resort will grace the shore.
The humble tent will fringe the fancy bow.
Our simple pleasure place will be no more.
Pearl Beach, the pretty shell without the pearl -
Is this the way our nation will unfurl?
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THIS IS NOW...WHAT THEN?

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ The books are gone now...We wait for the rest...
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Electrified Romance

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Light near my front hallway
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited
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Cut pendants of glass
Like arcing fountains of
Dried tears
Frozen
Static in
Electric
Light
Romance
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To one man who may be concerned...

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
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Carry on Tuesday #18 ~ This week the prompt is the opening
sentence from Ehud Havazelet’s 2007 novel Bearing the Body:
The letter sat before him, unopened, propped against a coffee mug
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited #45
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Curly dark secrets
Propped against a coffee mug
Fathomless caverns
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He had moved to a new place
No one should find him
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He had closed the door
The windows wore blinds
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He chose to carve a new life
Without prison bars
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He had lost a love
Or did love lose him
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But shadows wander
Shadows haunt the subconscious
Letters are shadows
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Unopened war wounds
The letter sat before him
His mother reaching
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Enlightenment

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Just watching the waves at Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula.
NOTE: I first posted this photo exactly a year ago, here on my blog!
I still love the sense of beautiful silence imbued in it!
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Carry on Tuesday #17 ~
Don't speak,
Words will only steal the moment
~ Opening to Anonymous poem Farewell
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited #44
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Don't speak of nothings
Let the waves bring you whispers
Ideas from afar
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Avoid illusions
Secrets from the horizon
Tangible dreamings
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Stand tall beside me
Gaze deep into the waters
You and I are there
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I may be a child
But I feel Nature's rhythms
Do you remember
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Lead me to your dreams
And I will give them heartbeats
Connect with my waves
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But please stay silent
Words will just steal the moment
And I'm just a child
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Three Bells

Multiple exposure collage of phone at Tyabb Art and Craft Village + night lights in Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Carry on Tuesday #16 ~ It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night ~ Opening to Paul Aster's City of Glass (1985)
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Monday Poetry Train Revisited #43
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In the dead of night
Telephone ringing three times
Like the dead walking
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Heavenly chaos
First love was a swirling place
No rhyme or reason
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Far away island
Just clumps of rhododendrons
Coloured packaging
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Island castaway
Eden was a savage place
Second chance crumbled
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Skimped reality
Cold telephone reminders
Wrong number wrong place
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Three chances to love
Last life is ringing now
For whom the bell tolls
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