Postcard Heaven

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Mixed Bits
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Poefusion Prompt ~ Friday 5 ~ shell, comic book, discarded soapbox, rubber soles, postcard
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3WW Prompt ~ delayed, edge, focus
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After a brisk shower dance
The discarded soapbox is left
To let wistful stars
Weep dry
(At least till the same routine
Tomorrow)
And the humble rubber soles
Take a walk
(Or a jog)
On the wild side
Of healthy living
Before knuckling down
To the next routine
Of working
On the edge
Of healthy living
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Somehow
This monotone lifecycle
This delayed action
Is worth a strip
In a comic book
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If only we could
Break
The shell
Of "must do"
And dare to focus
Barefoot
In the worlds of "may do"
Or "could do"
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That would be worth
A postcard
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Rafael Saldana's whimsical postcards of Tasmania
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BE ~ for Writer's Island

Pic from Ursi's Eso Garden by the artist Inoue Naoki
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Take the breath
Of the wings of morning
Lift your eyes
To the canyons
Of the skies
And fly!
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Morning breath
Morning breath
Trembling
Blurring
Hungering
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Speed
Speed is power
Tumbling
Spinning

Senseless
Non
Sense
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Waking
Waking in moonlight
On dark
Silvered
Waters
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The years hum by
Softly glowing with stars and promises
Angers and fears slowly drown
In the waters of Lethe
And flight
Is the inner longing for
Perfection
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Wings
Dreaming of shimmering wings
Dreaming of being
Wings

Loneness
Inner earth
Inner time
Inner sky
Inner heaven
Being
Is the art of flying
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Harmonic Waves ~ for Monday Mural ~ Poefusion

Pic by Nubia 1515 on Photobucket ~ uploaded on Poefusion as the Monday Mural Prompt
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Harmonic Waves
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This could be the name of
A unique gallery
Where poetry and art
(Maybe photos too)
Harmonise to create
Waves of the imaginative spirit
Unfettered by mediums
Or modes
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Harmonic Waves needs
A logo
Symbolising
The watering down
Of old traditional genres
And the rising
Of global unity
Like magnetic liquids
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There should be a touch of a
Streaming colour
Balanced by a white sense of waiting ~
Two peacocks
Symbolising a sense of elegance
Curve long ribboned tail feathers
In a hint of
Yin and Yang
Maybe infinity
And above the head of one
A flame
Like a phoenix
Rising toward
A Third Eye
The eye
Of inner awareness
Sweeping
Like a crest on the other
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The whole is like
A small canvas
Of questions and answers ~
Fragments of visionary hope
Waiting for a hint
Of poetic dialogue
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Welcome to
Harmonic Waves
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Ripples and Piers

Inspirational Video - the ripple effect

I was thinking today, just where I wish this blog to travel. Is it to be just all things Australian, or should there be more? A whole lot more!

Wandering through YouTube - becoming a habit with me when I seek unique visuals and music for all kinds of my writing - I found this video by chance.

And there lay the answer! The one I knew already! The one I use as a reason for still teaching after 20 years. I wish to make a difference, a positive difference to the world around me.

I am not a great leader, though I lead a little as a teacher. I am not a great singer, though I used to sing a great deal; now a little less, though musics and rhythms constantly swirl in my mind and soul. In fact, I am not a great anything.

But I love to write the secret voices of the soul; I love to create a sense of soul music round my words, in the hope that someone may hear the magic of spiritual music, and feel good.

So my theme will be soul music - invisible but tangible. My words will always carry an element to feed the hungry spirit with maybe a cool dish of laughter for dessert.

A little of my Australian landscape will always be there. It is a part of who I am. But not so much others cannot tune in and maybe sing with me.

I would like to think I become a writer, at least great enough to be heard; at least great enough to awaken the beautiful spirit within someone/anyone who wants to be heard.

And that beautiful spirit sleeps within us all - waiting to be noticed.

P.S. I chose this picture because there is something mystical about night lights on water. The pier adds a sense of travelling into the mystical. It's an invitation to try!

Smiles and Light

If I clean the windows it may change the light (on seeing "Girl with a Pearl Earring")

Cavernous rooms crammed with dark shapes…

But the eye follows the passing of a servant girl’s white cap…

Outside…
Craggy, dark-textured walls…
Sighing tones of dry biscuit…
Eternal midnights and old wines…
But always…
Somewhere…
A stream of light…

Jagged cries of a child from afar…
Grating bustles of a large kitchen at work…
Whispered servants’ secrets…
But the eyes see only a painting…
Images welded in time…
The peace of still life…
The calming touch of light…

Dark canal waters…bright flames…
Ragged outlines shuffle in a dim street…
Gathering quietly like moths…
Drawn instinctively to the flickering candlelights…
Silhouetted
In tall, foggy window frames…

The artist’s studio…
Filtered lights languish on
Aging colours
Of woods…cloths and papers…
The window is open…
The artist stands quietly by the servant girl…
Waves of chestnut brown hair resting gently on a white, soft-sleeved shirt…
Dark brown eyes…just a little higher
Than the luminous eyes of the white-capped servant girl…

Two artists…
Sharing the sky as one…

The clouds…the colour?
White is the immediate answer…
And then…the answer from the soul…
Yellow…blue…grey…

Not white…
And the servant girl’s cap is laid to rest
For brief and stolen dreams…
Exchanged for a bright wide headband
Of vibrant, electric blue…

For a little while in time…
Borrowed time…
Made time…
They mixed the world in colour…

She was his melody…
He tuned her soul…

And she dared to move a studio chair…
Dared to voice the secret…

She looked trapped…
She needed more light…

New light…

If I clean the windows the light may change…
Rather…
The chair must move…


The great moment had to be…
The moment when a little blood fell…

A tiny sacrifice for a single pearl…

Welded in time…
Moistened lips…
Eyes of glistening white light…

The face of a servant girl…
Framed in an electric-blue headband…

Touched with a single pearl tear-drop…

Slightly turned to her artist…

The Artistry of Moonlight ~ for Sunday Scribblings ~ Out of this World Prompt

Moon

Lonely barrel

Of ethereal light

Buoyed

In a sparkling sea

Of velvet

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Steady beam

Spasmodically sponged

With careless cloud

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Moon

Fragile light

Energy's reflection

Mirrored universe

Undulating

Shaped light

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Mothered

Seasonal whim

Fathered

Wreckless Time

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Moon

Treasured focus

Lover's dream

Lover's sigh

No real love

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Moon

Cursed

Conquered

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Freedom

Intangible bond

Natural circumstance

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Allocated

Essence of the Earth

In Earthly ways

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Light

Beholden to

Light

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