On Looking Back....

                                                                                    Well, hello, this is all about a poem I found yesterday 

                                                                                    while looking for something else.....which I wrote years ago...... 

this cursor of course has a mind of its own
 as usual, so the photos won't probably match the writing. It was about Autumn  then, but my photos will show Spring.

The reference to the perch was when we lived in Inman Valley and was to do with Swallows on our porch.... 

So bear with me....

                            

 Trees shedding

leaves last season's nest naked

the architect had no hands

twisting twigs grasses 

a piece of black bindertwine

into a tennis ball sized place

a demitasse

precisely woven, lined with down 

merino wool 

sits on top of an upturned

cotton mop the floors were never 

washed that summer

 a muddy nest knocked down repeatedly

till shame puts up a perch

newspaper to catch the shit

wobbly blackheaded yellow beaks agape

slowly rising like dough in a pudding basin

feathered bodies spilling over the rim

furiously flapping fragile wings

they've fledged gone swimming the winds

in joyous flight

leaves answering the storms commands

drop in untidy heaps .....                                                                                                                          

 

That Wonderful Word "Nor"

One man and his cohorts

may be trying to destroy the world

as we know it, causing grief 

to millions of people 

Behold....

he cannot stop the sun from rising

Nor the warbling dawn chorus of the Magpies

 

 

Nor the cackling laughter of the Kookaburras 

Nor the Wood ducks from raising their delightful little families

Nor the crops from growing 

after this most welcome rain 

Nor our delight in absorbing 

another vivid, awesome sunset

and clouds with silver linings

Welcome each Day...... 

 

Once again Blogger has not allowed me to write the text next to the photos which is very frustrating.... so hope whoever reads this will understand the sequence of the text with the accompanying photos.....

 

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haiku for Monday morning and a troubled world

                                                     dense fog hides far hills

                                                    gum trees loom large in the gloom

                                                    sun heralds pink dawn

 

 

 

Looking at my garden each morning gives me a more even keel for the day ahead 

in these days of such astonishing changes and challenges, so I write haiku and send them to my friends

hoping it may make them smile also........

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haiku for Thursday

                                                 kookaburra lands

                                                eyeing one gold fish in pond

                                                 frogs croak rain coming 

haiku for Sunday Mothers Day

                                                         maned geese sleep here

                                                           eye closed for five seconds

                                                            truly a cat nap  

Thursday haiku

                                                     the kookaburras

                                                        laughing in wisteria tree

                                                            calm sunshiny morn 

Hope is a Constant

Did we float with this tide of fake news.......or did we swim against it

Did we hope for goodness

or did we manifest it by our own

ordinary acts of bravery

in standing still to abide

yet grew strong because

we dared stand still facing

whatever we had to face

Hope is ever a constant.....