Category: Australia

Had to see a man about a dog.

On By cjx07sterIn Australia, Love Story, Poetry, Simple Stories, Travel1 Comment

Stand all alone, bare beach

Cold hands warm waves sandy feet

Bag of oysters – sharp as rocks – good to eat

but the love, of his life, out of reach

Should she ever coming back forgive the heat of the conversation when they meet last time ?

He really wasn’t sure of that and feeling quite level headed decided that actually there may never be another conversation.  He turned around and stepped southward along the shore walking along the water margin and whistled to his dog to catch up.  At least Oscar would stick with him he hoped.  The stars were coming out and he stopped and looked into the sky.  There was constancy there in the dark with the celestial sphere up there.  Gradually rotating inexorably at the same speed day in day out.

‘Oscar! – he shouted over the sound of the waves.

A bark and the dog was up to him already standing back and waiting for him to throw something.  He picked up a bit of driftwood and through it into the waves. The dog bounded in after it and after some few moments came bounding out of the water, flicking salt slake all over the place and then giving  a good shake after dropping the wet stick at his feet.

“ok you old joker — Oscar, I suppose you’ll miss her as well – eventually.  What if the whole world slowed down and the days got longer and the stars moved slower, he asked ?  Would the moon care Oscar ? Just because the days get longer, doesn’t mean the year would. Still take the same number of heatbeats….. all totally wasted no doubt.  Would she notice ?”

The dog barked – still waiting for him to pick up the stick.

He picked up the stick and started drawing in the sand.  First a heart, then some initials then – the dog sniffed and barked again.  They both sat down and got out the bag of oysters.

Shucks the oysters

wags the dog

moonlight glistens

stars are gone

warm waves sandy feet

suck the oysters – aftertaste – feel the beat

but the love, of his life, out of reach

Close Encounters

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Teriiska Comets

The restaurant was quiet and somewhat darkened in the twilight.  Two friends chatting, eating out reading the news on the web.

October 2014 – Southern Comets Homepage  – ‘Siding Springs Comet’

“As October begins, you will find the magnitude 9.5 comet ‘Siding Springs’ situated near the stinger of the Scorpion in the evening sky.
Moonlight interferes with viewing until the 10th.
On Oct 8-9, the comet is within a degree of the butterfly star cluster M6. 

On Sunday evening Oct 19th, the now magnitude 10.0 comet and magnitude 0.9 Mars will be separated by less than 20 arc minutes.
From Adelaide, the altitude will be 38 degrees at 9pm, reducing to 3 degrees by midnight.
The brightness of Mars may actually overwhelm your chances to see the comet but definitely try to capture it photographically! ” – Southern Comets Homepage

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Senses Tension Yesterday

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Tersiiska Leaves with Water Drops

What kind of rain is this falling ? The sun shining under a grey morning sky with fine rainbow drops falling straight down.  The kind that sucks up perfume on the way and tastes of spring when you wipe it off your face as you walk along the route.

What kind of new perfume is this ? … comes out in spring with apple, jacaranda and azalea blossoms color along the route. The kind rinsed out of the air with the sunny light rain falling onto your hands and face as you walk along the route. The kind with no brand label.

What kind of music is that ? The kind that you hear with random backyard birds by nesting magpies vs territorial minors next conferencing cockatoos soon kookaburras laughing at and the your thoughts coming too.. as you walk along the route.  The kind that defies notation.

What kind of thought is that ? The kind you have when you hear things in your head in competition with the birds and the flowers and the rain and distractions as you walk along the route. The kind that makes ideas and dreams for the future.

What kind of touch was that ? The kind that feels like clinging to you as you walk by brushing the long leaves passed along the route. O If I were blind I’d probably feel it more.

But what kind of green is that ? The kind that corporations write in  power skyscrapers, the kind that the media think in pages of the frightening known or the kind that brushes by you in the soft rain and sunlight under a grey sky with a dozen different scents and sounds with seeming no beginning or end on the day that was yesterday.

 

Photo 365infocus-264 Tersiiska:Flickr  : Story and Text :Blogubarra Copyright 2014

Echoes in a Dreamscape

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In the darkness, in the bush night sounds symphony, so  softly fills the air. Small chirping and crickets along with the trickling sound of the creek down in the sudden slots of the sandstone. Sandstone carved through with centuries of floods and rains in the days and the nights. There is the dark cool air sound sounds smoothly from rock to rock through the twisted moonlit trees and land animals and forms spring into the imagination.  For the real animals are not wild here.  The slugs and snails and invertebrates and mosses and lichens and the flying silent moths.   Through that dark scariness the silent silent swish of the frogmouth flying past.  So still on a branch as to become the branch until that branch starts to make that hypnotic frogmouth………. houm… houm…houm…houm…houm…Houm…houm…houm………like an overlay. Like a meditative trance echo impossible to locate from the bird sitting so still the air moves more the he does. Then silently down to capture the little snail or slug iridescent in the moonlight.  And then on like the quiet bird of prey in the not so quiet still of the night.

 

 

 

Tawny Frogmouth Call 

photo: christolograph/flickr – copyright