on marble glass seas
waiting for dugong mermaids
to sweep me deep into another world
I am an Australian poet, writer, blogger, psychologist, wife, mother of two children, autism and environmental advocate, and mad animal lover
dugongs, mermaids, pink skies at night sailors delight, poem, poetry
May 18, 2011 at 10:10 am
Note: I took this photo a couple of days ago – there was smoke haze from a far off burn off and it made the sky and sea look pink – wonderful, surreal feeling.
May 18, 2011 at 2:35 pm
Love the match of photo and words.
May 19, 2011 at 9:45 am
Thanks slpmartin – I’ve been inspired by your photos and poetry 🙂 – using prompts from photos and events to keep writing – good practice and lots of fun too.
May 18, 2011 at 4:27 pm
That’s awesome, the words and the image merge so well for an all round ethereal feel.
May 19, 2011 at 9:46 am
Thanks Mark – it was the weirdest feeling standing on the beach (there was no one else around) – I almost felt like a spaceship was about to come down and zoom me up!
May 18, 2011 at 4:53 pm
May 19, 2011 at 9:47 am
Nature at her best CGP 🙂
May 18, 2011 at 7:04 pm
Now you know why I live where I live!
May 19, 2011 at 9:48 am
Yes Stafford, I’m a bit jealous of that old yacht of yours (though I’m not too keen on rough seas – you’d be used to that by now, I suppose) 🙂
May 18, 2011 at 10:55 pm
oh. i can understand that vision. aloha Gabrielle – yeah, you just swept us into another world with image and word. way beautiful eye and insight you have. cool. fun. aloha.
May 19, 2011 at 9:49 am
Thanks Rick – a lovely comment (5/5 😉 ) – I’m sure you have seen similar visions in Hawaii – you inspire me too, with your wonderful art based on what is around you – thanks.
May 19, 2011 at 11:58 pm
aloha Gabrielle – you know, the more i look at everything right around me the more i realize everything is unique. and even if i look at the same thing tomorrow – it wont be like it was today.
trying to keep that in mind i’m discovering as i walk over some of the same pathways looking for concrete fossil images that the same fossils look different every time i pass them. even the photographs of them on two different days are different.
…i think this photo of yours is unique to you and this (that) moment.
i’m also learning that when i see something i want to photograph or draw i’d better do it when i see it because if i dont, yeah, it’ll never be the same again.
ha. and you just concreted some of these thoughts in me here in your comments. bwahahahaha – way fun. aloha.
May 20, 2011 at 8:21 am
Haha – Rick – thoughts in concrete (that’s what a poem is, in a way, a solidifying of transient thoughts, for a point in time and a particular perspective – that will probably change very quickly). I am learning to take my camera with me in the car so I can capture moments – used to only have it at home, as it is not the size you can keep in your back pocket – haha) – wouldn’t it be good to have a shrinking or collapsible camera.
May 19, 2011 at 9:32 am
Okay, this is about as much Australia as a Washington DC native can take. Where’s the passport office? I need plane tickets!! Australia is just too, too beautiful! And your poem, a small beauty-capsule, captures it so elegantly.
May 19, 2011 at 9:50 am
Come on down Aletha 🙂 ‘small beauty-capsule’ is a lovely description – thank you – when you are on the plane, you can take notes for our next story ‘Pompi and Blanca come downunder’ – haha.
May 19, 2011 at 9:53 am
“marble glass seas” and “dugong mermaids” speak of paradise born out by that perfect photo! The reflection of the sky colours in the wet sand is stunning. Makes me want to travel north to thaw the bones – it’s getting too chilly down here in the Big Smoke 🙂
May 19, 2011 at 11:07 am
Thanks bb. If you come up this way, I can find out who you really are bluebee – haha 😉 It gets cold here at night, but beautiful in the day, especially if you are sitting in the sun.
May 20, 2011 at 9:53 am
just a pretty ordinary gal, Gabrielle – if I’m ever up your way, I’ll definitely give you a shout 🙂
May 19, 2011 at 12:32 pm
I can’t tell you how much I love this, Gabe. The colours, the textures, the light, the sense of the mystical it evokes. It is a story and a song at once. I can’t help but think that living in such a place would change my life.
May 19, 2011 at 2:30 pm
I think you would love it up here Selma 🙂 You get 5/5 for that comment too – haha.
May 19, 2011 at 5:47 pm
that sure is a vision Gabe… makes me eager to throw the fishing rods in the car!
May 19, 2011 at 6:29 pm
And it’s a good time of year to fish Graham – winter whiting – lots of boats and fishers!
May 19, 2011 at 11:29 pm
C’est pas juste!
I will take the seat next to Aletha…
May 20, 2011 at 8:23 am
yayayayay – party in Australia 🙂 you can take notes too Benedicte (what mischief can a hyperactive chicken get up to on an International airline – haha)
May 20, 2011 at 11:25 pm
that is just beautiful, breathtaking
May 21, 2011 at 10:43 am
Thanks Tipota 🙂
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