Ripple

[soulfir3]

With a sudden surge
of flourishing hope
the water cascades downward
through valley and creek
seeping in between
the hollow cracks
which gaze upward,
like eyes which only see the
whiteness of the horizon

Weeping onto the land
as each ripple,
brings rich, green
abundance of life
animals grazing
as kangaroos bounce
half lazily
and the cattle,
emit their pitching bellows
echoing from within the
circle of surrounding mountains

No longer can the smoke be seen
red glowing embers
of the night,
extinguished
as rain pelts forth
cold
invigorating
sending ripples from
the furtherest streams
to this now
marshy earth

[DavidMc]

This is a lovely descriptive piece ... What is your relationship with Kangaroos? LOL!

;D

[anirbas]

Ripple is soothingly beautiful, Soul...So, descriptive, for a few seconds...
I was there in Ozland, in the middle of it all...Sabrina.

[soulfir3]

admin said:

This is a lovely descriptive piece ... What is your relationship with Kangaroos? LOL!

;D

Being that I am a good 45 mins from the closest township, the Roos are my nearest thing to "civilised" company.

Delighted that you and Sabrina both enjoyed this piece.

[DavidMc]

Soul, could you tell us something about the roos, from your perspective?

David

[soulfir3]

Dawn rises slowly,
from the cool shade of trees
until sunlight casts his ready gaze
flickering softly against
an aged landscape
and there he is


Mr.Roo
tall,
proud
majestic

In colours of
deepest reds
and browns
eyes softly warming
a tail,
long
strong and
round

Long hind legs,
with which
an easy bounce
transports him
from here
too another
distant place

As a small tribe this family
arrived from the hills
and it's
from the back of the
verandah,
I watch them
play in a line
from dam bank
too the horizon shore

At dusk
ever watchful eyes
wander my way
shake of the head
flick of the ear
and
away with a jump

[DavidMc]

WOW! What amazing creatures - I mean, how long does a tail have to be -. I hate it when I hear they are just hunted down for sport or road kill.

David.

[bichsa]

wow! cool nice work i love roo's, how cool to have them in your back yard ,I only get foxes.my sons would love it there.keep up your great writing,peaceC.

[soulfir3]

Call Me Dingo



eyes penetrate,
with eerie gaze
from beyond in the distance
watching unwary prey
golden sleek coat,
dyed muddy brown
paws large, padded
firmly footed on ground
ears pricked forwards
nose sniffs the air
sneaking ever closer
sinking low into the undergrowth
unseen by the unwilling
as family rounds the back
not just the one,
but an entire pack
painfully slow,
blitzingly fast
their choice of dinner
tonight
captured
with one last failed bleat
echoing
into the scrub land
holding each footprint
as another,
of it's eerily intriguing past

[DavidMc]

Soul, are these original Photos? They're terrific!

David

[soulfir3]

Thanks David, and yes they are. Mostly taken from my place or at my ex inlaws.

Soul

[DavidMc]

The shadow across Dingos eye is so striking.

[anirbas]

Beautiful poetry and equally beautiful photography, to boot! Great stuff, Soul.
Adored the 'roo and dingo poems, because I just did! Nir.

[soulfir3]

Thanks very much David and Sabrina

[soulfir3]

clouds scurry across a bleak skyline
so hot is the breeze which blows
that heat ripples in an almost
insufferable blanket
against all that stands between me and it
sweat pearls upon the skin
briefly the heat is cooled
and then,
it is stamped out and
breathing becomes more paced
as clouds again begin their race
eyes are seeking for
the smallest hope
that there is moisture there,
for which we can see
rain too fall in fast
thick succession
and maybe,
with any luck
finally break this onslaught
of drought
and an ever looming sickening
bout of depression

[anirbas]

ah, for a moment, reading this poem, was like warming my hands against a fire...
it's so cooooooooooldddddddddddddd, here in Nirland...but, drought season bites...
nothing bites about this poem, though...unexpected twist with the last two lines...nice...

hibernation urges are overtaking me, Soul...so, off to bed I go, sweets!
nightie night, sweet dreams, doncha let the bedbugs bite...no...no...
it's good morning, sweet daydreaming doncha let the roos kick you!
for you...beautiful pictures of the dingo and the kangaroos...i'm drawn
to pause and stare at them a few seconds, each time I hit this thread...
gotta go...eyes are closing...forehead is about to connect to the keyboard...Nir.

[soulfir3]

Depression
coils tightly over this land
even with skies looming
dark
preciously ominous
still there
is no rain
as darkness falls
cries can be heard
hurtful bleating
as earth
animals
and man
hold still
praying,
hoping that
skies will spill open
drenching the thirst
of all below
as mountains disappear
under cloudy sky
breathing is halted
hopeful
dream-filled sighs

Depression
spoils the richest faith
devouring all that is given
spilling like
rotten debris onto
the ground
that these farmers,
have driven themselves
into oblivion
trying to win a
futile argument -
with wayward seasonal movement
winds scurry the fertile dirt
leaving instead
barren, dry
bones of the lost
laying bleached and unearthed