The sun hangs low in the sky
that autumn tinge of sadness
is always pervasive at this time of year
weather is beautiful with purple and yellow
tibouchina and butter bush in bloom
nerves frayed like spliced electrical cords
the build up to Easter has begun
chatter chatter chatter
on mobile phones,road rage
rudeness,savagery, speed
noise, leaf blowers, traffic ,stress
A gentle row around the rocks
on a late Sunday afternoon
gliding through glassy water
will blow away the cobwebs
Me in my little 'Seaweed'
and my seagull mates
all lined up for the show
I think of Captain Flinders
in the 'Tom Thumb' with his cat Trim
exploring the Eastern coastline and
I smile
It's strange to think of autumn and leaf blowers with Easter. It's the scent of fresh mud and tender green in my neck of the woods.
ReplyDeleteIt is all back to front and in your future down here Willow.Your comment is beautifully poetic.Thanks.
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. Thank you for visiting me and your gracious comment.
ReplyDeleteHi Rall,
ReplyDeleteI have been learning something of Capt. Flinders. What both a rich and unfortunate life he had. I'm always amazed by the fortitude shown by some people and I can see you employing yours just now. Thanks for illustrating your poem with the pics.
Must swap you pome for pome, but mine won't be as evocative!
ReplyDelete"You've Christmas in midsummer,
and your Moon is upside down!
The lights are on in Melbourne
when they're off in London town.
And a certain type of pommie prat
who thinks that he knows best,
will tell you that in Sydney
Sunrise comes up from the West! (*)
When our birds and bees are yearning,
strange to think that over there -
At Easter, leaves are turning
To the colours of your hair."
(*) Can you spot the slipshod Pommeranian thinking that
leads to this astonishing conclusion?
This is very much a mathematician's pome,
ReplyDeletefull of errors.
1. The lights are never on in Melbourne.It's a very switched off place.
2.Birds and bees yearn all year round here.
3.I have never seen a sunrise but it's on my to do list.I'm a nightowl.
4.My hair is the colour of autumn leaves but I think I will go blonde like Canadian Deborah
in the hope that you will be sweeter to me.
PS
Pray tell Footesque,what am I suppose to do
with this copy of 'They're A Weird Mob'?
Derrick I'm glad you liked the pics.I'm taking a camera with me on my various excursions to give my blogger friends a glimpse of the real Sydney.The English explorers were really an amazing lot.The 'Tom Thumb' was only 8 ft long,the size of a rowing boat.I am fortunate to be living in an area with a such rich vein of history.
ReplyDeleteso mor pics and poems coming up
Rall - What to do with 'They're A Weird Mob' ? I suggest rewrite the plot especially for current Bloggers, for they would win any race in the Weird Stakes category. You could end up with an epic on your hands - or could that be an epidemic (of lunacy) on your hands? Note rising terminals?
ReplyDeleteVery restful, your watery interlude. This is a place of tiny rivers the rest of the wet world would call streams. Our lakes are all impoundments, courtesy of the government so maligned by my right-winging friends. This time of year always makes me want sand underfoot, sandspurs-be-damned. But I will have to be content with a spring that's been so late in coming that it wants to happen all at once.
ReplyDeleteWe don't have sandspurs.(had to look it up)
ReplyDeleteThere is still snow around I believe in the northern hemisphere.Spring will come all at once eventually.Our Autumn is very warm.
Still swimming weather,fans on,no jackets.We don't have a cold winter anymore in Sydney.
I have not worn a coat for many years.It's hard to believe that some people are in denial about global warming.
Not true..I know you don't suffer from rising terminals Jinksy.That posh Sloane Ranger accent of yours pierces the ear like cut glass.
ReplyDeleteDe rien, Madame Alaine de Faux Pas!
ReplyDeleteRall . . . Did you really track down a copy of "They're a Weird Mob!" It first appeared in the mid/late 50's. Wasn't Rolf Harris one of them? I mean . . . tie a kangaroo down! How weird is that?
ReplyDelete(*) Hint. The Pom visitor to Oz forgets that when he looks toward the midday sun, he is looking north, not south as in UK. His rising sun error follows as right follows left.
PLEASE CHECK YOUR EMAIL FOOTESQUE
ReplyDeleteRall - I have been known to watch the Lone Ranger many years back, but Sloane Ranger is a little beyond the boudaries of my territory! I'm more of a Mud Lark.
ReplyDeleteMud Lark
ReplyDelete'She is a robust woman dressed in an old cotton gown with an old straw bonnet tied round with a handkerchief and wanders about without shoes and stockings...she may often be seen walking through streets in the neighbourhood with a bag of coals on her head '
This isn't you is it Jinksy?
'Mud Larks' is the Pompey name for small boys who used to squelch around in the mud by Portsmouth Harbour Railway Station, as they collected 'old money' copper pennies thrown by foot passengers on their way to the Gosport or Isle of Wight ferries. If you were born in Portsmouth and not exactly endowed with a princely fortune, you would be termed a Mud Lark. I seldom wear shoes and never stockings but refrain from paddling in mud wherever possible... :)
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