Todd River

Photo Credit: island home via Compfight cc
Photo Credit: island home via Compfight cc

Red-tailed black cockatoos

flitting amongst persistent tree-tops

their timeless litany soaring

a treasury of feathers tumbling in their wake

drifting along the dry river-bed

every specimen catches my eye

unique, perfect, dazzling

joy flies out the window to make room for so much love.

Photo Credit: Richard.Fisher via Compfight cc
Photo Credit: Richard.Fisher via Compfight cc

 

14 Comments

  1. J.D. Gallagher says:

    Nice writing, especially the last line.

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    1. jamborobyn says:

      Thanks JD, the last line took the longest to get down, so I ‘m very pleased with your feedback. Cheers, Robyn

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  2. Beautiful picture, beautiful writing.

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  3. Picturesque and perfect! Another poem that carries us along. Just beautiful Robyn!

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    1. jamborobyn says:

      Thank you, Wendy, it’s such a beautiful, magical place.

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  4. Ah, there is Joy! Nature and birds are such reliable and persistent joy gift bearers. BTW, WordPress’s weekly photo challenge is “Joy” this week!

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    1. jamborobyn says:

      It’s truly a unique place in Australia, I wish everyone could visit.

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  5. I need to do try this kind of poetry again. Whenever I’ve tried it before, I just turn it into something romantic lol.
    Beautiful poem here

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    1. jamborobyn says:

      Thank you Scott, I am glad you enjoyed it. Don’t worry if you always write romantically, at the opposite end of the scale, I never write about romance, so we are at different ends of the same challenge I presume.

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  6. charlypriest says:

    I love the writing…and is uplifting! I can imagine just by reading and the pictures to go along(by the way beautiful pictures) I can imagine myself enveloped in the beauty that is mother nature.

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    1. jamborobyn says:

      Yeah, it’s a unique place alright. It’s virtually the desert, but water flows through the Todd River usually once per year when it floods (rainy season). It’s so different from urban life. Glad you enjoyed the poem, thanks for checking it out.

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