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Thoughts keep coming back of late afternoons with the dark wings of currawongs weaving pathways through the high branches leaving long threads of song draped across trees - the drifting skeins of woodsmoke from winter fires burning in cozy rooms, eyes fixed in hypnotic stares on dancing flames and minds meandering the past, some about to fall asleep. Thoughts keep coming back of snow falling silently in feathery flakes outside the window and in the distance, an owl's plaintive call going unanswered in the thick air. I listen to the sound of the fire, a ticking wall clock, breathings from beneath a folded quiet and the drip of melt water from somewhere in the dark. I would like to stay here but the fire is dying out and its glowing embers are nearly spent. A chill is seeping through the cracks opening between the past and the present.

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Date: 5/10/2025 3:26:00 AM
This is a lovely musing. Love the 'dark wings of currawongs weaving...long threads of song'. I think of the currawongs as sewing too, as they dip in scallopped ups and downs like their voices "currawong". This reminds me of Judith Wright's South of My Day's Circle, with the fire and the lingering (only hers was a bit windier!). J :)
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Paul Willason
Date: 5/21/2025 5:42:00 AM
Hi Jeanette....must apologise for somehow missing your comment, hence delayed reply. Old age...well. Love your description of the currawongs...how they dip in scalloped ups and downs...how well observed and made into a great image. Must revist JW's poem...love her sharp, descriptive language. Thankyou Jeanette for your kind words. Paul
Date: 5/5/2025 7:42:00 AM
Hello Paul, How haunting and evocative meditation on memory, nature, and the quiet passage of time. As I read I thought how the currawongs weaving their dark threads through the trees feel like messengers, carrying both song and the weight of the past, echoing the spiritual symbolism of guidance, transformation, and the balance between light and dark. What a wonderful reflective, atmospheric world-your words linger like the currawong’s call at dusk. - Spring Blessings, My Friend, Daniel
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Paul Willason
Date: 5/7/2025 5:37:00 AM
Hi Daniel, My sincere appreciation for the thought and effort you have put into your comments on this poem...feel honored. You have certainly tuned into the mood and underlying themes...value your feedback my friend. Spring blessings accepted gratefully..here we are coming into winter. Take care, Paul
Date: 5/4/2025 3:15:00 PM
Wow Paul….a brilliant captivating poem that had me glued and there….the last line is just perfect …snapping you back to reality with a chill …..just love it my lovely friend! Debx
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Paul Willason
Date: 5/7/2025 5:27:00 AM
Hi Deb, Pleased that the poem connected ...thankyou for your kind words. Always valued. Take care my friend.

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