Friday, June 30, 2006

Collecting the Blues

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Bower Bird collecting the blues.

Blue Boughs

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

THE SOUL by KAHIL GIBRAN

I read this yesterday and thought it appropriate
to be embraced within Imogen's flowers
***********************

Say not, " I have found the truth, "but rather,
I have found a truth"
Say not,"I have found the path of the soul." Say rather
"I have met the soul walking upon my path"
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line,neither does it
grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself ,like a lotus of
countless petals.
By:Kahil Gibran

Complete with a drawing by Michael Leunig,
which one day I would love to be able to show with the poem..
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 30.6.06.

Bower Bird Blue

Bower Bird Blue, -
a favourite of collectors,
to add to
the Bower.
Why does the Bower
Bird collect only
what is blue?
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Twilight Village Dance


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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Twilight Tracery




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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Winter Breeze Art

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Ivy Variations


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Sunday, June 25, 2006

Alchemical Sea

Bounty at Dusk
Rolled, tumbled, shaken,
and blanched, abraded
with strong, gentle waves,
to become a treasure at
last, at one with itself.
Shell/Sand/Weed.
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.


She Oak Dusk - Hermitage Bay



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Saturday, June 24, 2006

Divine Winter

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Friday, June 23, 2006

Light In The Darkness


Light --
Pierces the Darkness...
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Seahorse Racing - Hermitage Bay

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Sea Dragon Wave

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Sea Sprites Coming In - Hermitage Bay

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Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Hermitage Bay Clear Waters

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Beautiful Creatures



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Monday, June 19, 2006

Enchanteur Seeks Quiet Solitude

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Sending warm wishes, on the wings of Lemurian birds, to an old friend.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Mimosa Winter Blooming

copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Daisies Singing To The Moon

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Ti Tree Mood




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Saturday, June 17, 2006

For Vi and Rhiannon

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The Abbess has come to the Hermitage and sings with Vi of Remembrance and Regret.

Friday, June 16, 2006

A Green Grove For Vi


copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Remembrance and Regret

Some of you maybe you remember this, I posted it a long time ago to Soul Food Café though it has since been revised.

Remembrance and Regret

I lie upon a grassy knoll
beneath the sun’s cleansing rays,
healing in its warm embrace,
mind wandering to times so long ago
and to my homeland far away.
I remember fields of green,
narrow country roads, ancient valleys,
picture postcard villages,
the Boar’s Head pub,
the old stone church with steeple high,
and bells on Sunday morning.

Rugged hills, ferns,
wild flowers,
robin redbreasts on the wing,
blackbirds, too, and finches.
Sheep with woolly coats
and undocked tails.
Small woodlands, good for shade
and shelter from the rain.
Games I played in fabled woods,
time spent beside the pond when
I stared into its murky depth,
searching for what, who knows?
Slithery, slimy creatures perhaps,
dragons of my childhood.

Fat and juicy berries,
eating more than my basket held.
Nut gathering along narrow country lanes,
and finding mushrooms big as dinner plates
in the dew dampened fields at dawn.
Then, in our garden, current bushes
with juicy fruit red and black.
Rhubarb, apples, swedes, and carrots,
parsnips, peas and beans,
and sweet onions by the score.

The sturdy house built of rough stone
grew right from the earth, or so it seemed..
We gathered easily around the hearth
and watched the flickering flame
that kept us warm both night and day,
welcome comfort in that land of rain
and fog, mists, and sometimes gales.

My tiny room,
cozy birthplace of dreams, adventures, too.
What happened to those dreams of yore,
where did they go?
Are they floating still on puffy clouds,
sky creatures that I alone could see,
or are they buried still
deep in the mind of the child in me?

Sometimes I wish I could return
to that dear land so far away,
and to the dreams I left there.
Grab a moonbeam, child of mine,
and take me there just one more time—
take me to that dear land across the sea.

Vi Jones
©June 16, 2006

Thursday, June 15, 2006

Untouched Beauty - Suburban Shoreline



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Tuesday, June 13, 2006

I Don't Know - Meditation With A Child

Why do we have to change?
I don't know
Why do we have to be kind to one another?
I don't know
Why do we have to listen to things we don't want to?
I don't know
Why can't we believe what we want to believe?
I don't know
Why can't things just be as they should be?
I don't know
Why is it wrong to be cranky and throw things?
I don't know
Why don't you know?
I don't know.
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Monday, June 12, 2006

Ancient Peppercorn - Suburban Home


This cosy home is on a suburban street,
minutes from a big city. Good to have
nice neighbours in the hustle and bustle
of modern life...
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Wild Winter Lavender

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Green In Winter

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Fresh Fir


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Fresh Cypress

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Thursday, June 08, 2006

Another Root Map

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Foundation Courage

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Water Reserves

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Free Nature

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Monday, June 05, 2006

Ladies In Waiting - Early Winter

Something new, something fresh
is about to bloom from the cool, dark
earth. Something new, ladies in waiting,
exquisite flowers to bloom...
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.

Saturday, June 03, 2006

Evolution

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Friday, June 02, 2006

Dolphins In The Bay - For Vi

I have almost forgotten, but one summer,
probably five years ago, a small pod
of dolphins came into our suburban bay,
very close to the city. This was always
a busy stretch of beach, and these
visitors were welcomed by many people
who rushed down once the word got around.
We saw them, fins ducking in and out of the
water and they played awhile, before they
swam out to sea again. We have only
seen this once, and never again, and it
was such a special moment, and a little
sad too, because we wish they would
come again...
copyright Monika Roleff 2006.