Lonely Oceans – 7/2/17

Far away from the seas,

A heavy river of wind pushes the leaves in the trees.

I close my eyes and,

It sounds like a full and deep ocean is skimming the top of the skies.

-zu

What’s the story here? What do you think? I think she sounds a bit lonely. 

Hello again!

It’s been a month! So hello! 

Here in Australia it’s getting on towards summer again, my favourite season! And I found this little description I wrote a year or so ago and thought it fitting to share. 😊

ALSO for anyone who read my story of the spread of Paterson’s Curse in Australia you will be either annoyed or happy to know that there is even more of it this year! It may be a pest but paddocks full of purple flowers are still beautiful 😆

 

Summer creeps up slowly. First the winter days seem more mellow, the wind blows less harshly, the sun blesses the land more often.

Then warmth drifts in for a day or two here and there, the trees and plants eagerly bud and bloom, hasty to catch summer. But it’s much too soon for them, the cold and the warmth proceed to play a game of catch-me-if-you-can, here now, caught again, chased back, peeking round that tree.

You can almost hear summer laughing as the merry pair run and chase each other. The paddocks start to turn bright yellow and deep green, rain falls overnight, flowers float out of the air, coming to rest in the welcoming soil, birds build nests, start families and carol unceasingly.

Then one day you turn around and the yellow paddocks have faded, the chase stops and warmth is the new crowned king. He has conquered the cold and now settles in for a long and peaceful summer.

The trees settle their roots in the warming soil, their happy leaves sheltering noisy cicadas and birds flying to and fro, busy feeding their babies. The air is rich in tiny insects. The warmth reaches clear to the bone. Every house has a sprinkler for the kids to play in.

This happy state continues until winter’s cold grows strong in its long exile and comes again to contest summer’s king.

But that, is another story.

-zu

In other news I’m currently reading Go Set a Watchman, the sort of sequel of To Kill a Mocking Bird that has sparked outrage in some parties and mixed feelings in others. Have you read it? What are your opinions of it? 

 

 

No. I’m half asleep and can’t look to see where I’m up to.

If I wandered the world for a million or so,

Where I’d end up is where I would go.

Dancing with shadows along river beds,

Watching suns drown in purples and reds,

Freedom on the wallaby, solitude in the sky

A flash of lightning, thunder speaks, making low clouds cry.

And I’m at peace beneath the trees, this is the life to lead,

Because every mighty gum that grew once started as a seed.

-zu

I’m about to go to sleep and I just wrote this, I don’t think it’s supposed to make much sense. 

 

 

 

No. 176 “Renewal (a stream of thoughts)” – 29/5/16

You have to open this one to read it, otherwise the formatting disappears and it’s not a poem 😉

Clothes
Wash
Hang
Fold
Wear
Wash
Hang
Etc.
Outside
Rain
Wash
Wind
Dry
Seeds
Sprout
Leaves
Die.
Renewal.
Inside
Dust
Polish
Vacuum
Mend.
Inside
Webs
Spun
Dust
Gathers
Walls
Crack
House
Tumbles
Grass
Grows
Seeds
Sprout
Vines
Invade
Nature
Takes over.
Renewal.
Bodies
Cat
Scratches
Leg
Breaks
Bodies
Heal
Scar
Tissue
Stays.
Hearts
Crack
Pain
Felt
Wait
A while
Time
Heals
Scars
Remain.
Beauty
In cracks
In scars
In renewal.
I wash
I hang
I fold
I wear
I watch
The earth
Turn.
The earth
Is beautiful.
We
Are
Beautiful.
Growth
Is a
Gift.
Unresisted
We
Will
Survive.
Wash
After
Wash
After
Wash.

-zu

Well that was an interesting poem…. Um, what can I say? Just a stream of thoughts, one after the other…. The last bit is from a washing powder advertisement, it seemed to fit. Haha 😂

One Poem Every Day 

Yesterdays poem: No. 175 “Escaping the Fire” 28/5/16

The Earth is really Big

The only time I get a sense of how truly big the earth and sky are is when I’m somewhere fairly flat and the horizon is big and flat and so far around in each direction.

The clouds covering the sky,  break before the horizon and the clear yellow light shines through.

It feels like the part of the world you are in would take a long time to travel and when you get to the edge you can slip through the gap between the earth and the clouds and keep going on and on.

The flat ground goes to the horizon and keeps on going, you’re in a bowl, the biggest bowl in the world and that ginormous bowl feels incredibly small when you think of what’s behind the horizon.

This is what I was looking at when I wrote the above. It's not a very good photo but it feels like what I felt.

This is what I was looking at when I wrote the above. It’s not a very good photo but it feels like what I felt.