Blurred Time
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ 25.6.08
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There is a sense of cleansing
When time is just a clock
On the wall
Slipping into leafy limbs
Swimming in
Celestial blues
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Happiness is
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Even in winter, somewhere there is a flower
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Happiness is sipping the elixir of wildlife
Daily
Feeling the ember glows
Radiate within
And remembering
Floating in the rhythms of others’ lives
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Old boat resting just offshore from Safety Beach
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It was a moment
I needed to breathe
Freely
~
The week seemed to rain
With others needing me
To give help with
Exams
Study
Essays
~
A drama needed more polish
A student needed more pastoral care
~
And I just needed
To breathe some sunlight
In salty sea air
And maybe smile
A little wryly
At some little old boat
(Framed in a couple of posts)
Just floating in the rhythms
Of the waves
While really going
Nowhere
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3 faces of early learning
Pic by Gemma Wiseman on Flickr ~ Beginnings
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When daylight is early
And shadowy ~
(Musing on
Clarity and
Motion) ~
Some
Walk into
The learning circle
With steady
Determined stride
Riding the pulse
Of automatic reaction ~
(Perhaps surprised by
The occasional
Flicker of
Enthusiasm)
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Some
Still only know
The joy of innocence ~
Believing progress
Is all bound up
In a mini bike
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While others
Neither walk nor ride and
Take centre stage
Defiantly ~
Arms akimbo ~
Waiting for
Some miracle to
Just happen
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Yellow Brick Road
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ taken at Flinders, overlooking Westernport Bay
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Late afternoon golds
Create a gallery of glowing treasures
For a little while
Like
Weeping
Fragments of some
Legendary
Yellow brick road
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Beach Dreams
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Old lady heading towards Flinders beach
A wintry beach has its own story
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Some ~
Rugged up ~
Bathe in the dream
Of ships
And wide blue ocean
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Others
Step doggedly into
Old dreams
Answers?
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Walkway at Red Hill Consolidated school
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It is amazing ~
I wasn’t looking for an answer
But I found one
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Today was once flecked
With sunlight
But grew into a grey afternoon
With dramatic billows
Of cloud ~
I wanted pics
Desperately ~
But the gods schemed
To railroad me
Where I had no intention
Of going
~
I drove down into
Main Ridge
Through glorious caverns
Of magical
Fluctuating
Stormy light ~
But there was nowhere
To park
To even stop
Because the holiday traffic
To vineyard heaven
Kept close
Bumper bar watch
Over my every move
~
I turned down some unknown road
Narrow
Twisting
Circling ~
Circling all the way
Back
To where I began
~
But I found somewhere to park
Opposite the village shops ~
Stepped out of my car ~
And precocious
Intermittent
Drizzling
Rain
Happily squelched
My brief moment of joy
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However
I am stubborn
~
A village school
Waited
Right in front of my car
Complete with a range
Of well-sheltered walkways
~
So I wandered in and found treasures ~
A mosaic tiled lounge
Birdfeeders
Painted in Dreaming ochres
Hung from trees
And there
Lining the walkways
Were posts
Painted posts ~
Painted in the blue of the sea
Dotted with ceremonial light
And touched
With the shape
Of a child’s hand
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The answer
To the strange posts
By the roadside
At Red Hill
Perhaps lay
In this world
Of children
Our future
~
I felt quite strange
As if some Greater Being
Wanted me to make
The connection
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To appreciate the connection, see Posted messages? 2nd June, 2008
Toy Library
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Toy library, just off Main Street, Mornington.
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Tucked away
From the mainstream
Of shopaholics
Such a cute little old building
Dressed in a new coat of
Paint ~
And blessed with a touch
Of purple beauty ~
A gift of nature
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The idea seemed
A little different
To me ~
I have never known
A toy library ~
Such a lovely concept
Offering the right to play
To any child
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And yet
I feel
A rising sense of
Discomfort
Maybe even
Anger
That in our
Progressive world
Some cannot freely access
The child within
And need
To borrow playtime ~
Keeping in mind
It must be given
Back
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Sacred Archway
Pic on Flickr by Gemma Wiseman ~ Early morning view of entrance to Mornington park. This park is just at the end of Main Street shopping area. It overlooks Port Phillip Bay.
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An arched entrance
Always seems like
A sacred invitation ~
If you bring baggage
Put it down awhiles
If you bring tangled sadness
Let it drift
Ballooning
On breeze currents
In the clouds
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But viewing the entrance
From the other side
Always drenches
The return
In whitening
New light
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New Sign Boards
Pic by Gemma Wiseman on Photobucket ~ Entrance to Cranbourne Botanical Gardens
It is rather good
To let a friend
Cajole you into
Borrowed time
~
It had been a struggling morning
Writing the last of reports ~
And now it was lunch
~
The gardens are just
10 minutes down the road ~
We can have lunch there
Walk awhile
And be back
With plenty of energy
To struggle some more
~
I was tempted
I’m glad I was tempted ~
I felt like a youthful rebel
And the adrenalin felt good
~
I will never forget those moments
When we tumbled from the car ~
She raced ahead
To a gallery of sign boards
Turned
With a cheeky smile
And pointed to
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