I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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4 April 2016

At Brunswick Heads

That confluence of waters where
the Brunswick River meets the sea
is only a little dirty after recent rains.
Its taste is clean salt.

We swim safe
behind banks of rock.
The waves crash, out there;
in here they are sweet ripples.

I stand on a sandy bottom,
no stones to cut my feet.
Seaweed fondles my ankle;
I wriggle it easily off.

A lone galah flaps fast
toward the clouds then back.
A seagull perches alertly
upon the nearest rock.

A blue heeler pup
splashes and bounces,
chasing its boy up onto the sand.
A crow soars over the trees.















Photograph taken by Benedict Spearritt, Brunswick Heads swimming hole near the mouth of the river. Available through a Creative Commons licence.


Posted for Day 4 of April Poetry Month 2016 at 'imaginary garden with real toads': Nature Poetry
I took the opportunity to revise a 10-year-old draft.

15 comments:

  1. This sounds like an idyllic spot for a peaceful swim.

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    1. Yes, and very popular for that reason. The photo must have been taken in winter! I've never seen the beach as empty as that. :)

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  2. Sounds like a delightful place to connect with Nature and tune the spirit.

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  3. Such gorgeous images here in your verse :D
    Beautifully penned.

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  4. Ah lovely. This really fits into the tradition of nature poetry--you've handled it so well. Thanks. k.

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  5. ps - especially love that caress of seaweed. k.

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  6. A wonderful description. I esp. loved "A blue heeler pup
    splashes and bounces,
    chasing its boy up onto the sand.

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  7. I love your images here, I can remember swimming in an ocean inlet, this brings back fond memories, thank you,,

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  8. Such an ideal scene, your words lull me. I adored the puppy.

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  9. Nice lines, Rosemary. Makes me want to tag along. But, ...
    It might be a peaceful swim but the water is very cold. I doubt it ever gets into the 70's, our Gulf waters are almost there now. Googling will find the temps.
    ..

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    1. Ha! This is the sub-tropics. Average April sea temperatures at Brunswick Heads (far northern NSW Australia) are in the high 70s if you're measuring in Farenheit. This is mid-autumn; it'd be a lot warmer in summer.

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  10. A beautiful poem. I most love the image of the blue heeler chasing its boy.

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  11. A little piece of heaven. Sigh, I could use it right now.

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  12. This poem is a huge sigh of relaxation and pure bliss.

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