Beneath a hedge
Beyond leaf litter and bark
Draped over twigs
The blue tinsel-tousle dwells
blue
Ground colour
When my mind is grappling with burdens nature lends a hand. This carpet of purple-blue jacaranda petals marked a path towards home.
Eerie-scape
A cloudy sky, blue moon and street paraphernalia combine in eeriness, Sydney, Australia
Welcome contrast
I find the orange of this building contrasted against a blue sky a welcome sight. It signals a sunny day and being close to home.
Kennards, Sydney, Australia.
Worm’s eye view
Chinoiserie memory;
Marble veined
Mellow yellow,
Crazed glaze
China blue.
Homeward bound
Anyplace I hang my hat,
Is where my heart is;
Homeward bound
Space
Many a time, as a child, did I lie
Back aground gazing up high to the sky.
Dinosaurs, elephants; continents too
Drifting so slowly ‘gainst heavenly blue.
So long did I stay that time slipped away;
No troubles here; wish forever to stay.
For life in the moment, gone is the past.
Being present; the way to make life last.
Knowing and accepting myself is key
For me to connect with humanity.
Around me life’s lived at dizzying pace,
It’s challenging to find a quiet space.
I savour life’s many wonders; behold
Life shines bright when embraced, try to be bold.
All, it seemed lay outside when I was small.
Now, I know place to look’s inside us all.
Oft times I ponder the future, a dream
Of what could be; borne upon a moon beam.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
House of the blues
Sydney Opera House (1957 – 1973) is a masterpiece of late modern architecture. It is admired internationally and proudly treasured by the people of Australia. It was created by young Danish architect, Jørn Utzon.
Photograph from Vivid Sydney – a festival of light, music and ideas.
More information is available here:
http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/about/house_history_landing.aspx
http://www.vividsydney.com
Blue sky moment
Brief conversation over breakfast this morning while my partner was watching a video clip of Packer fighting on the weekend. The exchange went like this:
“Oh it was the Packer son who was fighting. ”
“Yes James Packer, the father’s dead. ”
“He’s looking old!”
Grave Blue Yonder
Earth’s clear blue eyes hint at fathomless depths,
Ripples sparkle by moonlight, in sunshine,
Zigzag squiggles dance to an unheard song,
Rainbow patterns entice the weary soul.
Bubbles show momentary glimpse below,
Effervescent beads surge upwards, pop, pop.
Eddies undulate to sooth, to caress,
Soft touch belies a harsh fatality.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
If you liked Grave Blue Yonder have a look at More Precious than Diamonds
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