I loved Australia. It was everything I imagined it to be: big, wild, full of possibilities. Both rugged and beautiful at the same time, Australia left an imprint on my soul.
I have been able to relive the more poignant memories by reading through some of my old journals. Fortunately, my younger, more romantic, self also loved to write. I thought I would share one of the poems I found …
Cape Tribulation, Australia
IN TRANSITION
Sometimes
in the evenings
dusty blue and
shimmering,
I pause
to listen
for the trailing ends
of conversations-
half-remembered
undulating
on a breath of air
reverberating.
And sometimes
in the half light
reflections
of conversations
attract
refract;
whispers
echoing silently,
shattering
the stillness
of a
memory.
I’d love to hear what you think….
What the Focus 
I’ve only just started blogging, both writing and reading, and I’ve read a couple of blogs this afternoon that I’ve just navigated away from. Not because they weren’t good, or interesting, but just because I’d finished! Now it occurs to me that, being a blogger myself, I would like people to comment on what I write, so I will make a rule now, never to read a blog without leaving some sort of comment afterwards.
In your case, Wendi, I liked your little poem, but I was really impressed with the photo’s, especially the sunset/rise. Fabulous, and well done.
Bev.
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Thanks for stopping by Bev, and especially for taking the time to comment! It can be frustrating not to hear anything from people, even though I know I get a lot of people stopping by. Good luck with you own blog and I’ll be sure to comment when I visit. 🙂
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