To describe this garden — the constant ruffling of sunny trees, light moving on water in the pool, the gloss of green, wide sky, sometimes birds … Swallows that skim the pool even when I’m in it, playing in air and water. Big starlings trotting and squabbling under the bushes. Slow grey doves. A quick wattle-bird with trailing tail.
I like the way the sky takes up a lot of room, even in the squared-off picture framed by my doorway. When it’s dark, and the trees are merged black walls and towers, the sky still soars in all directions. The traffic is almost silent, dogs bark now and then several blocks away, the stillness could be far from suburb and city.
When I swim, I look up at clouds and trees, or stars, and it might be Mataranka Springs, it might be Bali …
what a wonderful place to be in...i was already there.. :)...in congested places the sky is a luxury to be seen..love this abundance of beauty...
ReplyDeleteIt was a wonderful place indeed, and re-reading my own writing was a nice memory trip. My present garden is much smaller and has no pool, but I still get some of that same abundant green and soaring sky, and there are birds although different ones.
DeleteLovely writing, Rosemary! Your poem relaxes me.
ReplyDeleteHi Rosemary, just like you, I am also revisiting the old poems I wrote (i have to blame Poets United haha).
ReplyDeleteThis is an indication that memories live on and on and never gets old. Lovely prose, make me want to escape from the city right now.
I am certainly glad I journalled, to fix the memories!
DeleteYes, wonderfully expressed memory.
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What a stunning and soothing description, Rosemary! I guess you live in a warm part of Australia.
ReplyDeleteI live in a warm part of Australia now. Back then I was in Melbourne, which has warm summers but cold winters.
Deleteah, prose poem, a thin red line to walk. :)
ReplyDelete1987! you were writing such good poetry then.
i am going through my old stuff too, but most will need re-writing if i want to post them.:(
Don't worry, most of mine will too, lol. This piece was a pleasant surprise.
DeleteVery musical and light your prose poem, Rosemary...Good idea to re-read the journals. x
ReplyDeleteYes, re-reading them is a nice reminder of all sorts of things. :)
DeleteWhat a find! Your prose poem takes me there...lovely cadence and imagery.
ReplyDeleteThe sky does take up a lot of room, thankfully! I am so happy you found and posted these observations.
ReplyDeleteSummer and swimming ,looking up at the night sky...lovely experience.
ReplyDeleteI love to sink into the sky like that..
ReplyDeleteRosemary, how beautiful. And how wonderful to be in love with the place where you are. I know that feeling!
ReplyDeleteI like the line about the sky taking up a lot of room..lovely writings..
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you all could relate to this. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful capture of the moment in time ~ I am glad you kept the journal and shared it with us ~
ReplyDeleteHave a good week Rosemary ~
Im a great fan of prose poetry. Great work.
ReplyDeleteThanks to everyone for the kind comments.
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