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)

Followers

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Rocking Feathered Souls


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Before morning light is fully awake, birds rest on small boats offshore from Rosebud beach, Mornington Peninsula
~
3WW #CXLVII ~ cradle + perfect + snare
~

Until morning breaks
Birds snare the perfect cradle
Water lullaby
~

14 comments:

Stan Ski said...

sounds idyllic!

ThomG said...

sounds dreamy, too.

Snare

anthonynorth said...

That reads and looks a perfect place.

b said...

The perfect poem for the perfect photo with perfect light!

b

http://torristravels.blogspot.com/2009/07/iii-word-wednesdaythe-40th-year.html

angie said...

oh, beautiful! I want to go there too!

Fledgling Poet said...

This was a perfect choice of words to match the beautiful picture! Loved it.

Dee Martin said...

This is lovely!

Angel said...

Nice use of the words.

Just someone said...

The picture and the words complement each other! Well said...

chennairamblings said...

Looks and reads like paradise.
Lovely

Bobbie said...

Very pretty! Great work with with word prompts!

Michelle Johnson said...

Another beautiful haiku and great photo. The birds seem to be entertaining themselves quite well. Have a great night.

maglomaniac said...

Made for each other.
The question that haunts me is that whether that photo triggered that thought or the haiku led to the photo.
Anyways m in both ways.

~Harsha

lissa said...

water lullaby - love that, beautiful haiku

CALENDAR

Tasmania

Tasmania
A place of beauty in the Western Tiers

Tasmania

Tasmania
View near Blackwood Park Cottages, Mole Creek

New Landscapes

New Landscapes
New Worlds

Archive of Blog Quotes

  • A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
  • Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
  • Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
  • Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
  • Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman

Google Analytics

The Inner Light of the Spirit

The Inner Light of the Spirit
The Spirit of Inner Light

Lady Gemma

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
Lady Gemma the Unique of Walk upon Water
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

LinkWithin

Related Posts with Thumbnails