Tag: Bush poetry

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Beneath a Gumtree

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture a moment ~ you’re gently swinging in a hammock chair,
Hanging from the strong branch of a beautiful gumtree in bloom,
The scent of which isn’t overpowering but surprisingly delicate,
Creating a rather seraphic moment you wish would turn into a lackadaisical afternoon…

The breeze is gentle, but bold enough to blow debris from your aura thus easing your mind,
There’s birds whom are quietly going about their day amongst the blossoms above,
In a way thats causing a few ants to fall from the branches though unbothering,
You cannot help but notice their determination as they venture back to that they love.

Thus as you sip a beverage and enjoy the lull of the supportive chair’s sway,
Your thoughts start abandoning the stressing elements of your chaotic day,
And venture to similar seraphic moments like this you’ve before experienced in this way,
Allowing the feeling they bring to further align in your being so for longer they can stay…

For when we find ourselves in quiet moments of bliss rather seraphic,
We can find ourselves longing to bring them into our lives all the more,
Yet though we may desire this it would throw off life’s balance,
Creating higher levels of chaos than what would otherwise be in store…

So knowing that this moment can be but a moment in your day,
Beverage consumed you venture back into the delightful foray,
Of tasks and other elements that bring balance to your personal lifestyle,
Looking forward to tomorrows moment ~ beneath the gumtree a while…
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Upon a Summers Eve

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
If one were to venture into the outback upon a starlit night,
One would find ‘tis alive with more than mosquitoes that bite,
For the outback is more awake during a summers night than the day,
As the earth cools a fragment and the wildlife all come out to play…

Kangaroo’s and other herbivores venture to roadsides for a mouthful of the greenest grass,
Often with minimal acknowledgment of the vehicles that may pass,
Whilst pigs root around annoying many a home bound dog,
And nightlights attract Insects to the delight of both gecko and frog.

Rodents hop and scamper trying to find their own feast,
Though they’re on the radar of cat, snake and owl at the least,
Despite being cute the likes of the kultar can be a formidable little beast,
When caught by an unknowing opponent who thinks their own hunger’s to be ceased.

The plants enjoy a touch of reprieve from the heat,
After blistering sun rays have all day long on them beat,
The cool of the moon and the bright twinkling stars,
Providing their enchantment to all whom need venture out often in cars…

For though the outback ‘tis always a rather magical place,
Upon a summers eve is certainly near always the case,
When all whom hide from the heat of each scorching hot day,
Come out into the night to do what they need ‘neath the stunning display of the milky way…
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A mini mindful moment at the whims of a breeze

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Picture a moment a huge wattle covered in bumblebee style blossoms,
But it’s late in the season and the slightest bump or breeze makes them fall…
The wind starts picking up creating a delightful blossom fuzz ‘snow’,
Mesmerised you watch them float towards the ground as the wind plays,
For this delicate dance ’tis one of natures more quintessential forays…

Ever gently one fluffy yellow segment floats onto your hand,
’Tis like holding the tiniest of delicate feathers you’ve ever seen,
Created by the same force of nature that is known for destruction,
Thus pondering this polarity you watch the breeze pick it up once again,
And allow it to whisk away the debris you’re holding without strain.

This gentle wisp of breeze now continues its seraphic mission,
Blowing segment by segment each blossom from the tree,
And energetic element by element from your auras debris,
Easing your mind of the grasp of the days stresses demolition,
Allowing space for you to heal your soul - grounded with volition…

As the unseen weight of energetic debris lifts from your being, 
You note the new vibrance of the wattle seemingly restored,
Though it may be just your perspective as you notice leaves before now ignored,
Contemplating what of you can now be seen that’s imploring for healing,
You venture from this moment with a much lighter feeling.

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~ A note for those wondering; no the picture is not wattle… ’tis mulga… one of the wattles outback ‘cousins’. 🙂

Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment: in a Downpour…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Imagine for a moment; you’re standing on the veranda,
Of a beautiful Queenslander Style home,
Surrounded by an abundance of blue toned gum trees…
The humidity of the day has made their eucalypt smell,
Intensely fill the air ~ though not as bad as the not far away gidgees…

In a moment the sky swiftly darkens to shades off deep charcoal grey,
Whilst the dust filled wind roars through the leaves,
You take shelter in the most secure part of the house,
As the sky seems to literally open up with heavy rain,
You can’t see the trees, for this style of storm can only douse.

The raindrops landing on the roof are near deafening,
Yet the distant lightning’s thunder still grumbles overhead,
And one can still hear the ping of the hail when it starts,
Thus one can only hope that amongst the wind and hail,
That ‘tis only water to be what this downpour imparts…

Presently you notice the rain eases then stops,
Near as abruptly as it began it’s now calm,
Venturing out there's minimal debris but the yard’s inundated, 
Though this much water shall bring the rain lillys up,
Thus for now bowing to mother natures prowess ’tis fated.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Upon A Bushwalk…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Imagine a moment; Your walking along an overgrown track,
Red sandy dirt beneath your feet ~ warm morning sun caressing your back…
The morning air ’tis a little bit sticky yet pleasant enough to breathe deeply with ease,
As is a normal summers morn in the Outback, as the birdlife flit where they please…

Thus as you notice a flock of inch high wrens in a bush,
Shades of blue and brown amongst the green,
You can’t help but wonder ‘would they be like a young chicken to pat?’
As they look so soft, delicate and light as they hop through the branches and preen.

Next thing you know a trio of parrots zoom just o’er head,
Enchanted by their multi green and yellow blur you follow,
Though never leaving your path for the bush can be dangerous ’tis said,
Yet you still watch these mostly green feathered beauties disappear into a tree hollow.

So as the grasses sway in the slightest of breeze with grace,
You continue upon your chosen track with haste,
For the morning now warms to the border of your comforts desire,
Thus for now leaving the bush to itself ’tis what it shall of you now require…
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

Element of Magic in the Aussie Outback

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
As the wind blows through the gum leaves,
The ants creep leaf to leaf through lower bushes,
Grandmother sun bears down making the ground 
Too hot to walk upon and yet late afternoon there’s near not a sound…

For even the birdlife retreats in the summer,
Seeking treetops cooler or some other water source,
As the heat of an outback summers day can be unbearable,
And ’tis abundantly worse before rain finds its course!

And yet there's an element of magic in the Aussie Outback,
One wont find similar to any place else,
Though hard to define ’tis nothing short of enchanting,
Guaranteed to make you question if you’re even standing!

For when the breeze wisps the bushland into an oceanic chorus,
And the red sand beneath ones feet ’tis hot as red coals,
The wildlife looks hugable though it’s often dangerous,
As one’s mind blunders things into different roles…

Plants are delicate in design and robust and sturdy,
Whilst the colourful birdlife fill the air with song,
If one’s to close their eyes and just feel and listen,
’Tis nothing short of magic imagining where each element may belong…
Posted in Bush poetry, Info Poem, Nature, Poetry

The Woes of the Outback in Summertime…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
The Australian Outback though it be known,
For vast red sand dunes and blue grey gumtrees...
Can near be a place of horror stories once the weather is warm,
Rather than the place tourists enjoy in wintertime's ease...

For many a heatwave that shan’t ease at night,
’Tis only eased slightly by the erratic wild storms delight,
Whilst reptiles move into houses that are kept cooler,
and the spiders appear where you least expect them...
Creating the perfect place for real life nightmares to stem!

The wildlife ~ though cute ~ lines the roads all the more,
For the slightest of moisture dusk through dawn has in store,
Destroying both themselves and one’s car should they happen to startle,
Creating yet another not so delightful debacle...

For to drive in the day though the blistering heat,
As the bitumen melts is equally unsweet..
The Car’s hot enough to burn you when touched,
And if the air conditioner goes - pray you survive,
The heat inside is worse to endure and make it alive!

Thus is an element of the woes of the Outback in summertime,
When thoughts of cold beers and water styled fun,
Feature in thoughts this third of the year for most whom dwell,
Knowing despite the blistering mayhem ‘tis a place truly second to none!
Posted in Bush poetry, Nature, Poetry

In the Abyss…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
In the abyss of the nighttime post midnight ‘till dawn,
One may think near not a thing may go on…
Yet the bushland ’tis oft’ more alive night than day,
For in the cool of the night in summer ’tis easier to play…

The old farm dogs may bark at the roo’s by the fence,
Making those unadapted a touch on edge or tense,
Owl’s are obviously patiently awaiting their prey,
Which slithers or scampers wherever be it’s way.

Yet there always shall be times in the dark of the moon,
When thing’s do happen to seem rather out of tune,
As we perceive the nighttime to be a style of dark abyss,
Fueling our minds into imagining something amiss…

Despite our knowing it to be far from the truth,
Most stemming from fairy tale stories in our youth,
We see night too often as a dark abyss to fear,
Rather than just a time with less light to hold equally dear.

A cooler time where joey’s play and echidna’s snuffle,
Snakes slither and wild pigs create a kerfuffle…
Kultars and gecko’s explore to feast on their favorite insects,
Whilst frogs and crickets flex their tune of dialects…

’Tis actually a sweeter time in the Outback vast,
For the blistering heat of the day has finally passed,
Allowing one to enjoy the serenity found in the abyss,
Sans the chaos of the day, to replenish in the nights bliss.
Posted in Bush poetry, Mindful Moments, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment by a Campfire…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 

Imagine for a moment, 
Your at a cozy quiet camp site, 
Deep in the Aussie bushland, 
Upon a damp, densely foggy morn…

Where the crisp morning air is what fills your lungs, 
As you venture out of your cozy warm swag into the fog,
Taking a moment to revive the campfires coals,
'Fore finding a spot to sit upon a sturdy bark free log…

The fire soon enough starts warming the air in reach,
And provides the heat needed for your morning warm beverage of choice,
As you sip slowly birdsong breaks through the bush lands silence,
‘Tis nothing short of seraphic to hear their orchestral voice.

Then as the performance seems to reach near its peak,
A rouge ray of sunshine breaks through the fog,
Warming your soul from where it first touches,
As cell by cell it starts dissolving any remaining dull monologue.

Effervescent style this warmth from the sun’s first rays,
Ripples throughout your being then outward,
Slowly driving back the surrounding fog cover,
‘Till there’s no chance of it returning today ‘till night-covers bombard… 

Thus in the soul healing warmth of the early morn’s sun,
One sits sipping seraphically one’s warm beverage,
Absorbing the bliss of one’s bushland surrounds,
Knowing for this day ‘tis now an abundance of bliss that has leverage…

Posted in Mindful Moments

A Mini Mindful Moment Sprouting…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Imagine a moment; You’re in the darkness of the earths crust,
A seed - knowing of no light,
Blissfully ignorant of what shall be in store,
When one breaks through the ground with all one’s might…

Thus enjoy this moment in the comforting darkness,
Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath,
‘Till it feels as if one could overflow or burst,
Yet take another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.

Then the tip of a shoot breaks through one’s shell into the warm dirt,
Slowly making it’s way ~ venturing forth towards the cooler air,
Whilst another is soon making its way towards earths core,
Though which direction ’tis going… a seed may actually be unaware.

Yet still it continues growing it’s way through the ground,
Root tips weaving their way deeper into the earth,
All the while being fueled by the abundant energy of the surrounding soil,
That strengthens the deeper its connection becomes to nearth…