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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9 October 2016

Murwillumbah

Surrounding blue, deepening to navy, 
drapes the horizon like a ribbon – long,
undulating, irregular, wavy.
Our mountain sentinels are standing strong.
As daylight now fades with the last birdsong,
the river slowly darkens, and the sky
contracts to one fiery point that will die
in a white-hot blaze; as ibis fly straight
for their nests, quick arrows … so likewise I
find home in this little town: a sweet fate.













Written for the latest Micro Poetry prompt at 'imaginary garden with real toads. 
The form is a dizain.

22 comments:

  1. This is a nice "Wonders of Nature" poem, Rosemary. I'm glad when you thought lines you thought of the dizsin. I like your rhymes too.

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  2. sounds like a beautiful gaze outside the window. :)

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  3. Murwillumbah is certainly a beautiful place. I was always meaning to climb Mount Warning and watch the sunrise with the brush turkeys but never got around to it:)

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    1. I never have either – and now I fear it is a bit beyond me.

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  4. I love how you make the place come alive, ablazed by the light it's wonderful.

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  5. This makes me want to live there too! To write a beautiful piece like this you must be very happy there Rosemary.

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  6. A beautiful place with an amazing name: Murwillumbah. What does it mean?

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    1. Kim, it is an Aboriginal word meaning 'place of many possums'.

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  7. The title alone sounds like poetry. Your lines flow beautifully in this form.

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  8. "drapes the horizon like a ribbon" "as ibis fly straight

    for their nests, quick arrows"..... marvelous.

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  9. Your words bring Murwillumbah to life

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  10. you've made me long to see these sights

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  11. you have made the dizain look so simple - lovely unobtrusive rhymes and a light touch of celebration in your nesting place

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    1. Thank you! It was actually very hard work. :)

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    2. PS I would love to be able to comment on your blog too, but darned if I can find where to do so!

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  12. And a sweet poem too. Thanks, Rosemary. k.

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  13. I looked at the comment above mine, and found the perfect descriptive word for your poem ~ zen. I love it.

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  14. The title is the name of the town? I love it. I adore the rhyme (I need to do more of it) and the love for place is apparent.

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    1. Yes, just as the title of the prompt was..

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  15. You paint so vividly with your words...

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