I hope you think this fits the bill,I’m in rather a rush tonight! I hope you have time to join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/forward/
I’m going away for a few days so many apologies, I won’t get to visit all of you. Be back soon!
Come away with the raggle taggle gypsy-o
I hope you think this fits the bill,I’m in rather a rush tonight! I hope you have time to join in at http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/22/forward/
I’m going away for a few days so many apologies, I won’t get to visit all of you. Be back soon!
shimmering birds your reckless
flight to the high zone to soar
ever closer carefree in your naïveté
you bathe in soothing warmth
until you reach the fry zone
where lustre of feather frazzles to gilt
your wings flap frantic
until they cease to exist
then no thermal can offer a cloud
to uplift or shelter from fiery heat
and like autumn leaves
so golden you fall
Poetics at D’Verse offer the theme of place this week so I’ve chosen a photo I took at Savitri hill in Pushkar, Rajasthan. It’s a place that evokes strong memories for me.
Savitri Hill
Savitri I was beaten
am I Gayatri?
briefly chosen by Brahma
did I displace you?
you sacrificed Yajna
to play games with Laksmi
Parvati and Indrani
you still sit in anger
staring east at your rival
separated by lake
by Pushkar the great
Holy pilgrimage
and the one to defeat me
weak mortal
I spotted my friend next door in her garden taking photos and went to investigate. She had a table full of teapots and gave me the go ahead to photograph them too! Apparently she has been knitting frantically to raise money for http://www.comicrelief.com/ and hopes to sell these to her colleagues at work. She confessed that she has become rather obsessed with making them, and I understand why, aren’t they just little works of art? Some of the patterns come from Australia, but Katie has designed some herself and some of the wool is from Japan. I absolutely love them and hope they make lots of money on Red Nose Day.
Any ideas of the name for a collective of teapot covers? How about a coven of cosies? Further ideas welcome 🙂
As always click on any picture to view the gallery.
Here are two of the most important people in my world!
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It’s Thursday again and I’m still lazy! For macro Monday this week I posted a photo that I edited. Among the comments I received, Christine at http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/ and Sandra at http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ both said that the photo made them think of waves foaming on a beach. Thank you lovely friends, your comments inspired todays lazy poem. Here is a slightly bluer version of Monday’s photo.
Waves of Foam
Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore
where molten lava once seared and pitted
into burnished pockets of chalk
that glow pale in the shallows
where volcanic flame no longer scorches
earth but in its place frozen fluid
turned to stone in the countless millennia
before mankind’s dawn
then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral
to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands
and feet that step through warm golden sand
above the azure sky reflects light
from the firmament holding the source
of celestial waters in balance
An important message from Didirri Dreaming, we must pay attention before its too late. I know I would rather walk on a pristine beach, city streets and unspoilt countryside where wildlife can thrive, wouldn’t you?
All over the world we are being submerged in an ocean of plastic waste. Disposable plastic is sprinkled around our streets and parks, washes down our gutters into rivers and the ocean, washes up on our beaches, destroys environments and kills wildlife.
For over twenty years we have been walking on our beach, remote from any major centre of population, and picking up anything that was not a part of the natural environment. In the last twelve months there has been an explosion of debris, here in a national park, with no suburban dwellings nearby. The varying rhythms of the waves bring in a carefully sifted selection every day. There were always the remains of helium balloons, the long ribbons and broken plastic balloon, there were always a few plastic bags that once contained fishing bait, and the odd plastic bottle. Now the plastic bottles are an epidemic, fishing rubbish proliferates, but more…
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