Tuesday, 31 December 2024
calling all angels for 2025...
just outside the door
is 2025
at midnight
the door will unlatch and
slide open
2024 will just be a shadow
cast by the self
2025 will be the new light
of hopeful wonder
it may be a universal door
but on opening, it reveals
many highways
many tracks
many mountains and valleys ahead
some visible
some invisible
all waiting to be owned
by choice
or by circumstance
all person specific
no matter race or age
to safely tread this testing wheel of time
to progress effectively
beyond the door
we need to simply keep walking
keep walking with our angels
our friendly angels of earth or spirit
our better angels
our personal
better angels
- Statement from the Obamas on the death of 100 year old President Jimmy Carter.
Monday, 30 December 2024
Sunday, 29 December 2024
motorbike at Hastings...
addiction rapture
locked in the powerful vibes
of motorbike thrills
to feel the roaring purr
of throbbing engines
to lean into the rush
of a long straight road
and
to sway with the dance
of winding bends
to brave dusty tracks
strewn with rocky check-points
and to be sure no vehicle
would dare to try
to reach the vague towns
of yesteryear
and touch the pulse
of pioneers
I somehow sense
the motorbike rider
could easily be
today's lone pioneer
appreciating the good
and the bad
of the world
as a passing parade
up close
and real
and I
as an addicted rider
love it that way
Saturday, 28 December 2024
arch of 7 days...
arch of 7 days
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 28, 2024
festive Eves and Days wait for
the baton to pass#haiku pic.twitter.com/fZ1a9eGDoN
Friday, 27 December 2024
Thursday, 26 December 2024
feel the blesings of the waters...
go down to the bays
and enjoy the dancing waves
be friends with wide seas
they give horizons
respect the odd tides for
warning messages
hear, see and feel
the blessings of waters
they could be a sign of
incoming journeys
little wattlebird - Boxing Day 2017
feisty and mouthy
a sprightly pocket full of
stripey feathers
commonly visits
in our hot Christmas season
loves red banksias
insects and berries
even seeds are staple food
but sweet nectar wins
little wattlebird
boasts no glamorous plumage
yet thrilling dancer
Monday, 23 December 2024
cockatoo shenanigans...
it is rumoured
that an apple a day keeps
the doctor at bay
but what if
what if I'm a cockatoo
with selective taste
a sneaky bite here
another random bite just there
and then I move on
when will I know that
I have consumed the value
of one whole apple
does it quite matter
in my cockatoo world
of buffet delights
my playground now is
your scrumptious summer garden
I'll just test drive fruits
Sunday, 22 December 2024
Saturday, 21 December 2024
purity...
If you look very carefully into the flames in this photo, you will see 2 very distinct faces...and perhaps there are more...
Do flames summon souls from yesteryear????
Friday, 20 December 2024
everyone needs a place to retreat...
everyone needs a place to see
the beauty of the world beyond the chaos
everyone needs a place to hear
their personal dreaming songs
everyone needs a place to taste
the healthy fruits of today
everyone needs a place to inhale
the breath of fresh tomorrows
everyone needs a place
to sense their own tribe
their own being
and feel whole
Wednesday, 18 December 2024
neglected summer leaves...
we admire
the ephemeral glory of
autumn leaves
before they fall
and even when they fall
we admire
winter's leafless trees
for their artistic shapes
and we take the opportunity
to admire a sky
through the silhouette
of leafless branches
and then there is spring
leafy new growth
enhancing blossoms
a banquet of exciting beauty
but summer leaves
are silent
in the world of words
just a backstage reminder
that bunches of leaves
on big trees
cast shadows
welcome relief from
a burning summer sun
we really know little of
summer leaves
the eucalypt leaf
can hang like a pendulum
creating a soothing
hushed orchestra
when a summer breeze drops by
the eucalypt leaf is
the diet of choice for
a hungry koala
however
visual beauty
seems elusive
these leaves all seem dry washed in
an olive green
sameness
but
look again
the summer leaf
actually
can adopt
many faces
only some eucalyptus leaves hang like pendulums
often only the newest ones
on the end of twigs
but of course
there are exceptions
deeper into the tree
rogue young and mature eucalypt leaves
teamed on a single branch
clearly are absorbed
in their very own
unique
summer dance
a pose is frozen
till the summer breeze
ignites
their special summer dance
on a crowded dance floor
of jostling identities
and that applies to the eucalypt trees
other summer leaves
embrace
their own story
indeed
summer leaves
adopt
many faces
but their strength is their role model resilience
especially the eucalypt leaf
it weathers all seasons
and no season tells the summer leaf when to fall
the summer leaf falls
when it needs to fall
making room for new life
Tuesday, 17 December 2024
my hiding space???...
in my mind
I am hiding
I let friendly leaves
be my costume
my mask
in my secret space
I can watch
the watcher
but if you move
I fear
you see me
I know
I sense
in your mind
you see me
Monday, 16 December 2024
a flight of white clouds...
a flight of white clouds
shaping and re-shaping
random connections
I see memories
my furball closely watching
as she used to be
wings wide open
a gift from friendly angels
a waiting embrace
Sunday, 15 December 2024
cautious sketching...
a year ago today
I returned to a little cautious sketching
it's been awhile
quite awhile
(back in the days when my children were very young
I wrote
and illustrated
stories for them)
for now, I tend to sketch
(and sometimes paint)
in fractured blocks of time
my confidence has fragile limits
above all
I do not wish to copy
an image
a style
or even underlying ideas
of others
my writings
(especially my poetry)
and my photography of unusual
scenes or perspectives
are my sources of inspiration
if that fails
sleepless nights can be quite useful
as may be a second cup of coffee - no sugar
and so it could be
that my writing, my sketching or my paintings
may require a second glance
if you wish to tune in to my songline
of something different
P.S.
I am still dabbling - but progressing in regularity
and cautious confidence
Saturday, 14 December 2024
a touch of Christmas tears...
there is a sadness in
a lone figure
quietly walking
an old, winding track
treading
the shadows
beneath overhanging branches
beneath tangled trees
beneath a pot pouri
of filtered light
there is a particular sadness
when you have known that figure
for quite some years
and this, his moment
returns at Christmas time
he told you once
that you were his peace
his first and only peace
in life
those words soothe
all the sharp pain of old questions
and what is left is
a precious thought
perhaps we were meant to be together
for a space of time
we gave each other a gift
hopefully he has his eternal peace
I have his strength
his drive to test out creative ideas
and his deep love of animals
and now
it is time
for me to move on
P.S.
André Léon Marie Nicolas Rieu is a Dutch violinist and conductor. He has been playing a medley of songs this morning.He has just begun playing Somewhere My Love...we'll meet again someday...
I think I have just received a wonderful Christmas gift from the Universe...
Tuesday, 10 December 2024
healthy teamwork...
father and son
leading teacher and student
healthy teamwork
gardening chores
allocated role plays
balance the load
family outdoor tasks
an earthy bond grounds and shapes
family connections
Monday, 9 December 2024
being alone...
new beginnings
often involve meditating
with the usual coffee
being alone
with your own thoughts
does not mean
being lonely
laced
in your own dress style
does not mean
being laced up
new beginnings
often involve being watched
by the usual watchers
thoughtful videos...
thoughtful videos
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 8, 2024
keep the kindness bug alive
in the toughest soul#haiku https://t.co/tfdkCZJzlj
Sunday, 8 December 2024
fraudulent charades...
fraudulent charades
— 🇺🇦🌻Gemma Wiseman-on Wiradjuri land (@AuraGem) December 7, 2024
entitled egos scrapping
for terminal power#haiku pic.twitter.com/68GyBRUW7L
Saturday, 7 December 2024
ladies of the note...
ladies of the note
Edith Cowan
social reformer and Australia's first female MP
Mary Reiby
from convict to successful business woman
Mary Gilmore
writer and journalist
role model women in early Australian history
all honoured on our bank notes
on the reverse side
but in my purse
they all line up
on the front
honouring the powerful storm in Temora last night...
IMAGE CREDIT: Yanni - prolific photographer on the Mornington Peninsula, Victoria
captured this moment on Port Phillip Bay
feral night stage
explosive booms challenge
fevered zaps of light
electric thrills
impromptu anxiety
wills more shock attacks
freestyle
orchestras of the sky
clash performances
storms hold the world to ransom
Friday, 6 December 2024
an arc of coastal waterfalls...
an arc of coastal waterfalls
shimmering white threads of water
slip over algae-riddled rock
just a brief fall to a churning bed of foam
and bulbous rocky interface
invaded by the multiple antics of
coastal interference
no surfing
no boating here
just a reminder
of the power and changing moods of Nature
fascinating, dangerous beauty maybe
however, for me
it was also
a fleeting reminder of what could have been
another kind of coastal interference
some years ago
on this far far south land
so far from northern tensions
that our involvement must be impossible
nevertheless
someone thought it important to instal
barbed wire
along the cliff top
overlooking a smoother beach
not so very far away
only recently I noted
the barbed wire was still there
There is little visible, obvious escape from the intimidator...
There is little visible, obvious escape from
the intimidator
the bully with
the loud voice and
aggressive actions
the entitled one
who expects obeyance
in short
the one who represents
the uncivilised shame of humanity
in the guise of intelligence
and obvious superiority
in short
the one skilled
in lies
betrayals and
promises
personal wins
personal glory
and a personal avalanche of money
are all that matters
to this one
when this one's demands can't or won't be met
war
to be or not to be
is not the only question
as for you
the receiver of someone's else's strength
without even asking for it
you ride the new currents
the new surfs
the rips
possibly alone
waiting
somewhat preparedly
for the next surprise
and so you face a personal question
which involves
your own
personal peace
how to keep your peace alive
within
your peace that is you
Thursday, 5 December 2024
there are times...
and writing
and writing
I have no sound reason why
other than it is addictive
a necessary vitamin for my health that can't be bought
only practised...
in short, it seems to be a natural past time...
just a word on the news
a morning view from my window
a thought of a friend
sparks the daily writing flurry
even the ragged post of old Balnarring pier
inspires me to revisit memories
recycle thoughts
and simply
keep writing
Wednesday, 4 December 2024
Tuesday, 3 December 2024
Monday, 2 December 2024
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