Allegro
In November
Wherever you go
Purple Jacarandas glow
Adagio…In my street
Scherzo…Having fun in the gutter with gum tree leaves
Rondo…Across the bay…Jacarandas everywhere!
Have a great weekend!
©irina dimitric Sydney, November 2013
Allegro
In November
Wherever you go
Purple Jacarandas glow
Adagio…In my street
Scherzo…Having fun in the gutter with gum tree leaves
Rondo…Across the bay…Jacarandas everywhere!
Have a great weekend!
©irina dimitric Sydney, November 2013
The Black Spectre has cast his tar-like cloud
Over her purple head, purple with misgivings
And positioned a heavy millstone on her bruised chest
She can hardly breathe
Such is the weight of her despair
All hope has flown away
Far away beyond the Milky Way
Oh Death, the Grim Reaper
You don’t seem grim to her at all
But a sweet Liberator
Oh Death, you can free her tortured soul
From all suffering forever and ever
And in her agony
Courting purple Death, gasping for breath
She hears a thin pale blue voice
From within her bleeding heart
God is Love
Overriding all
Despair
Hear oh hear!
Wisdom within has spoken!
A thin pale blue call
As thin as the spider’s filament
‘I’ll cling to that flimsy call’, she tells herself
‘I’ll cling to that call until that call becomes
Crystal clear and strong as a diamond.
I’ll cling to that call until the day
Hope comes flying back home
From beyond the Milky Way.’
God is Love
Overriding all
Despair
© irina dimitric 6 November 2013
The Jacaranda blue, a heavenly hue
Graces the landscape in November
Sometimes already in late October
As is the case this year
As it was the case
Many years ago
I remember
Birds are busy nesting in the trees
Caring for their balls of fluff
Soon they’ll be proudly showing off
Their noisy fledglings
Squeaking, screeching
On the railing of
My balcony
Soon I’ll have the pleasure to share
In this wonder of nature, watching the parent
Nurture the scrawny, squawking offspring
How good it is to witness this
So close at hand – Oz indeed
Is a wondrous
Land
© irina dimitric 2013
The Australian King Parrot is endemic to eastern Australia. This gorgeous, colourful bird happened to be in my street for a visit yesterday when I suddenly spotted him. How lucky was that!?
I had never seen one in my neighbourhood before. He’d let me take quite a few shots, feeding peacefully on some seeds on the ground, two paces away, checking me out with furtive looks before he flew off. I wonder whether it’s someone’s pet?
Have a nice day! 🙂 Irina
Kookaburra
Mindful Poetry Contest 2013 – Tercetonine
Tug-of-love
(a cranky and gobby dedication to my kids)
Excited, I arrive in a city I love
Abundant bird life, cooing dove
And that pesky kookaburra, so rowdy and cranky.
Google-oogle-oogle him; you will find
Laughing habits fair split to bust your mind
Opens wide his beak, on and on his warbly, wobbly, gobby technique
And the Apostle Bird with very a long tail
They form a breeding group with a dominant male
Now there’s true reverence, a little critter with transcendence
And there’s the colourful Purple-Crowned-Lorikeet
To find a bird like that, such a gob-stopping treat
Brisbane, city now seen from above, gripping me with this tug-of-love
Benita k. (c) 10.4.2013
http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474981868320#.UloAUYsLTec.facebook
Benita’s beautiful poem was a strong contender for the Poem-of-the-Day prize in Susan Budig’s Mindful Poetry Contest 2013 in which my creation, the Tercetonine, featured as a challenge on Day 8. I was honoured by Susan’s request to act as a judge for that day and realised what a hard job she has when she must pick the winner every day during the month-long contest. It was indeed rewarding to read the 16 lovely Tercetonines, but it was very, very hard to choose the winner. I was tossing between a light-hearted and a more serious theme. The more serious theme won – the runner-up was Benita’s light-hearted poem ‘Tug-of-love’. I wrote then that I wished there was some acknowledgement for the runner-up because I wanted so much to give it to this poem. Well, I’m doing it now. 🙂
I was thrilled when Benita accepted my invitation to appear on my blog. Benita can be contacted on Facebook and at www.gather.com.
Benita Kape: Active in small Gisborne writing group during the nineties. From the millennium became involved with haiku (World Haiku Club) on-line receiving an Honourable Mention in Mainichi Daily News 2002 end-of-year haiku selection. The following year William J. Higginson (author of The Haiku Handbook) invited her to work collaboratively with nine other global poets as a direct global haiku response to the outbreak of the war in Iraq in a Kasen Renku titled “On The Road to Basra” which appears on-line. Other work appears on-line in nzepc – (fugacity and oban seminars); Haibun Today, Lynx, Simply Haiku, also on-line and in the New Zealand print journal of haiku, tanka, haibun and related genres, Kokako. On Nov 1st Benita will be reading at a National Poetry Conference in Hastings, New Zealand. Since 2006 she has been a member of Gather.com.
Happy reading, Benita! 🙂
© irina dimitric 2013
So much Love in this photo and poetry! 🙂
There is a darkness
where light bursts
forth and does not
illuminate, but rather
turns dark all that
it touches. Beware of
this “not-light” for
it seeks to comsume
our very souls; this
absence of light will
suck dry all illumination
for it feeds on the
energy of others.
Hold fast to who you are.
Let no spiritual vampire
near. Fill and surround
yourself with the Light
of Love . Be One with All
for ultimately, this world
is full of illusion for there is
none else besides our Creator.
Hi Everyone!
I’m sharing this with you to let you know not only about my excitement, but to introduce to you this very friendly publishing company, now known as Narrator Central. If you check out my post there, you can find all the details. Btw, a LIKE there to support me would be much appreciated. Thank you so much. Have a lovely Sunday!
Irina Dimitric closes Women’s Week at narratorAUSTRALIA today with a little Cloud Gazing: http://www.narratoraustralia.com/2013/10/cloud-gazing-tercetonine-irina-dimitric.html

Like sunshine cheerful dandelion brightens my heart.
Wonderful tribute to a brave young woman!
(For Malala Yousafzai)
five times shot
by medieval misogyny
bullets of brittle belief
aimed by ancient assassins
at innocent dreams
fifty million young girls
take to second-class beds
every third world night
but this one slender flower
empowered by sisterhood
shared at the roots
flush with uncommon courage
caught all of their bullets
in soft-handed petals
and offered them bitterless
back to the ignorant
wanting no more
than the beauty of knowledge
this living articulate
thinking survivor
exemplifies virtue as victor
implausible teacher
of triumph against
a barbaric theocracy
tyranny poorly disguised as divine
she stands righteous ground
earns admiring affection
and praise from the rational minds
and benevolent hearts
keeping balance in worldly affairs
while doyens of Swede meritorium
cling to their cold nonchalance
There was an old hag
Sick of trick-o-treating brats
Disguised as spooky spooks
Lean mean witches
Even meaner Captain Hooks
Fairy floss fairies
Devouring her treats
So she put on a hat, mounted a broom
And went trick-o-treating as well!
© irina dimitric 2013