End of a Dream
C-sharp minor
plays through the eaves
of this house
wind-cold emptiness, the ambient noise
of destruction
where laughter once lived.
Shoji, last opened
to plum-blossom whispers
now lachrymose with silent
half-life
a bird singing
for no-one.
xxx
3/11 – The Japan Times
Flying over Typhoon Phanfone to the Land of the Rising Sun
For more entries to the Refraction photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
..walking in the Spring sunshine
Powered by Mysterious Blobs of Jelly
For more entries to last week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.
Saturday Morning Shopping – Ho Chi Minh City
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One of the most gripping and well-written books I’ve read is The Proving Ground by G. Bruce Knecht. It’s about the disastrous events of the 1998 Sydney to Hobart Yacht Race, which were brought about by a powerful storm in the Bass Strait.
Bass Strait, Australia
When the Strait puts on such beautiful displays, it’s hard to believe that it can be so treacherous.
For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.
My top five picks from this week:
Exquisite Botanical Art – Ho Chi Minh Square
I missed last week’s photo challenge…
..and my 4th blog anniversary.
And because of M-R’s powers of suggestion, I got only as far as selecting three instead of the usual five photos for my list of favourites on the WPC theme.
Just as well I’m not OCD. 🙄
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
Five Three standouts from this week
Sludge has been building in my veins and arteries, the accumulation of sitting for weeks on end – working, studying, watching the entire series of ‘Breaking Bad’…
If you don’t start moving, you’ll have a stroke, and die, or worse: and live.
That nagging inner voice kicked me out of bed this morning to tackle what my husband calls the ‘Three Hill Challenge‘ — a 5km route in our neighbourhood, which includes three hills.
Well, that’s hardly a challenge.
I thought I’d do Hill One only today (don’t want to overdo things, after so much sloth) – it looks like this from the bottom.
I don’t remember it being so steep.
That’s what happens when you don’t exercise – your memory goes.
I prefer the view from the top.
And on the way down 🙂
I skipped Hill Two, but Chrissy Hynde and The Pretenders got me up Hill Three – it’s a deceptive but-wait-there’s-more kind of hill.
I suppose it’s a start.
Have a great weekend, and keep moving. 😀
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
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Moon Mosaic
I meet two girlfriends every few weeks in the city for a quick dinner and a movie. On Wednesday night, the weather was unseasonably warm, so it was wonderful out, and the big-faced moon took my breath away, hanging there in the sky, shining its magic over the water.
((((((((
Five wonderful works of art from this week’s WPC:
Slooooowly
My top five from this week’s WPC:
Of course, spring is nowhere to be seen right now in the Antipodes, so there aren’t any current suitable subjects, unless one thinks outside the spiral. And I’m (supposed to be) in the depths of a brain-clogging university assignment on business ethics, so am not in much of a lateral thinking mode. I took this one back in December at the Ashcombe Maze and Lavender Gardens on the Mornington Peninsula.
Abandoned: the word speaks of the ghosts of things, memories, people, activities, better times, and not a little sadness. A few weeks ago, my husband found this cicada exoskeleton still clinging to our garden fence, after its living contents had taken flight. So perfect in form and function, yet used no more.
Abandoned Cicada Exoskeleton
My five favourite interpretations from this week’s WPC:
Puncta Lucis
(Evokes wonderful images of mad-haired, smoking hacks, clacking away to meet their deadlines.)
On Dragonfly Wings with Buttercup Tea
(Who lived here? Where did they go? Why?)
Chronicles of Illusions
(A star that should have been.)
Picture the Pretty
(The tragic truth of many lives.)
365 Days of Thank You
(Reminds me of my first day of school, around 44 years ago, and the fact that BM tried to kiss me in the sandpit after the parents had left, haha.)
For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post. So many interesting interpretations this week.
You’ve probably heard about elephants mourning their dead, but what about cockatoos?
I often pass this family of cockies on my way to work. They’re usually feeding on seeds on the verge, playfully whirling and wheeling, and creating general cacophonous havoc.
But yesterday, they were crowded around on the road; I drove back to see what they were up to: it was a heartbreaking scene.
They were very quiet except for a few plaintive squeaks and squawks.
One kept on nudging the lifeless form on the road.
I wonder if they feel grief.
For more entries to this week’s challenge, see The Daily Post.
Swirling Cloud
On our recent holiday at Cape Schanck, we were sitting on the balcony of our hotel room, when a loud siren sounded from the National Golf Club (building on the far left) – a storm which had been threatening for a while began to move rapidly towards land, fronted by this amazingly low cloud, which swirled ever so slowly as it came.
I attempted to capture some of its slow swirling motion with my iPhone, as it moved overhead.
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My top five notables from this week’s entries:
Zeebra Designs and Destinations
“I really don’t like the look of this two-legs.“
“Always suspicious of outsiders, aren’t you, Wazza?“
“Well, look, for a start, it isn’t making the usual ooh-they’re-so-cute noises.“
“He has a point, Dazza. It’s giving us the death stare. Maybe this two-legs has something to do with the overnight disappearance of our mothers, and our milk supply.“
“Ever the conspiracy theorist, Davo.“
“I reckon, it’s a Gary Larson agent.“
“Talking a load of bullocks, as usual, Kezza.“
“I think it should be eliminated. Charge on 3!“
“Good luck with the electric fence. Catchya later at the ‘Trough and Tag’.”
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For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post. These 5 stood out for me:
Wild Conspiracies (a re-post)
I ask scribbly gum moths:
Why this graffiti on trees?
“Mind your own business,
they’re just doodles, if you please”
I ask a plodding snail:
Why the squiggles on the path?
“There ain’t nothing in it –
I just do it for a laugh”
I ask the sly hyena:
Why the tunnels ‘neath the trail?
“Well! Installation art’s
not only for the snail!”
I ask the bower bird:
Why that hoard of shining bling?
“Oh, poppet, it’s no mystery
objets d’art are my thing”
I ask the primping zebra:
What’s with the barcode?
“Poor darling, don’t you know?
Stripes are back in vogue”
But, you know, I don’t believe them –
It’s a vast conspiracy
It’s clear that they are sending
secret messages to me…
😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯 😯
For more entries to the WPC Unexpected theme, see The Daily Post.
It’s our habit, on a Saturday, to head out early for breakfast at our local, and then to the golf course for 18 holes.
We got more than we bargained for today – on the fourth, a thunderstorm so powerful in its rain and wind action that we struggled to run against it to seek shelter from the lightning spiking all around us. The golf course was flooded in a couple of minutes – it’s frightening how quickly the weather can turn deadly.
For more entries to the WPC Habit theme, see The Daily Post.
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