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Washed of ochre dust
immodest saturation
against sapphire sky.
Eucalyptus air
and tears, cling to nodded heads
gratefully renewed.
Beneath duvet folds
lay Dreamtime Yeperenye
Winter rain cleansed.
One thing about my haiku poetry, it may not be very good, but it’s short!! The poem was inspired by a post by The Practical Mystic and the photos by the first rain we have had in six months here in Alice. It transforms the land like nothing else. Thanks for reading! 🙂
As always, if you tap or click on a photo once, the gallery will appear in a larger form for you to enjoy. Tap or click at the end and you should return to the post.
Beautiful photos!
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Thank you Nina! Welcome to my blog.
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Beautiful Ardy.
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Thank you Leanne, your blog keeps me inspired.
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You are a poet as well as a photographer, Ardys xx
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Haha, I’m sure there are more than a few who would dispute that fact, but sometimes a poem just needs to be written, and my brain obliges. Thank you!
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The poem is very evocative- I love it. Thanks Ardy for your inspired words and pictures straight from our centre.
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Thank you Francesca. I wish I had a photo of the hail storm at the edge of town on Saturday!! Could’t believe it. Every now and then we get a hail storm here. The rain is quite enough for me, though!
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Ah, I guess its the dry season coming now. I love rain- we never get enough here. You are a true desert dweller.
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Yes that hailstorm made the news here! Beautiful photos, especially for a phone camera. Do you like the iPhone 5’s camera? I’ll be getting a new phone soon and I don’t care much about it except that it has to have the best camera possible!
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Yes, Michelle, I do like the camera on the iPhone 5, that was all I had until today!! Today my new iPhone 6 arrived. To be honest, I wouldn’t have bought a new one except the 5 started to act like it was dying. Because I use one pretty hard, taking so many photos and doing all the editing on it, I think I had about worn it out. The camera on the 6 is not that much better than the 5, and I liked the size and feel of the 5 better, but I thought I’d try the 6 and see how I go. Thank you for the compliment and for reading.
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I hope the 6 works out then!
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I like haiku poetry but it can sometimes be challenging. You managed beautiful words and lovely photographs on this one. 🙂
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Thank you Lori. My simple mind writes simple poetry! 🙂
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Just perfect! “… Beneath duvet folds…” so evocative. A wonderful appreciation of welcome rain in words and pics 🙂
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Thanks so much Dale. Growing up where it is grey and rainy much of the time, I never thought it would thrill me as much as it does!
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A wonderful blend of words and pictures. You can also imagine my delight to see some desert flowers blooming in your blog.
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Thank you Anne. The Cassia have been spectacular this year, but the bush tomato is a bit early, as is the Desert Pea, so I was lucky to get them, especially with rain drops on them!
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The Cassia seem to be a plant that flowers all over the arid areas. Such a beautiful effect.
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Good to read a positive view of rain after my moaning! Lovely pictures and cool words:)
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Thanks so much Roger. I wasn’t kidding about your gorgeous photo of the apricots. I dream of taking a photo that luscious.
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It just doesn’t seem like that long ago that the Todd River was flooding and you had lots of rain. I read recently “the days are long but the years are short”. That must be true. Beautiful words today. Almost like the beautiful photos speaking.
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I know, it was a fast 6 months since all that rain, and yes, I love that line “the days are long but the years are short”. It is just so true, even if it sounds impossible! Thank you for your kind words, as always. xx
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Okay, Ardys, I am definitely no poet and no judge of fine poetry, so my words here may be entirely bunk. But I’ll offer them up all the same because I admire writers who have the deft skill of using words in a way that I cannot.
That said, what I’m moved by most with your piece is the careful choice of words that invite me to submerge myself in a pool of literary grace. It summons me into a place of subconsciousness. I want to wrap myself around these words and not let go.
The texture of your poetry is so intoxicating. The colors evoke strong visions and the other sensory words make my nose and skin prickle with sensitivity.
I sigh. I am amazed at how words can make me do that. A beautiful piece, indeed.
xx
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