Brenda Bryant
A rainy day in Sydney (see the dark clouds to the right);
The sky was clouding over where once it had been so bright.
And, as we entered the Museum, I saw this fractured scene;
The world broken up in fragments, with window frames between.
Like some giant jigsaw puzzle the Sydney sky-line seemed
And then we quickly rushed inside as the rain arrived ...... and teemed!
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MISSING INACTION
I might leave my body to science,
And that fact has inclined me to muse
About which parts may be of some interest,
And which they'll decide not to use.
Will they look at my feet and discover
That the bones have received some hard knocks ,
From when I twirled round in my high heels,
And my beautiful petticoat-frocks?
Will they look at my knees for a moment
And give my past actions some thought.
Will they say 'Well, they're not too bad really;
She certainly never played sport!'
Will they glance at my hips, which are skinny,
And will one of them say 'How on earth
Did such a poor piece of equipment
Play a part in the business of birth?'
When they get to my chest they'll discuss it;
'Ah! She made up her mind to adjust
From a rather top-heavy arrangement
To a much more amenable bust!'
When the neck-bones are reached they'll look fragile.
Will they work out which ones have caused pain?
Will they say of my email obsession
'It'll never cause neck-ache again.'
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Then they'll come to my brain, but its secrets
Will be hidden away for all time.
They'll prod and they'll pry at the grey stuff,
But they'll never know I made words rhyme.
I might leave my body to science,
And that fact has inclined me to muse
About which parts may be of some interest,
And which they'll decide not to use.
Will they look at my feet and discover
That the bones have received some hard knocks ,
From when I twirled round in my high heels,
And my beautiful petticoat-frocks?
Will they look at my knees for a moment
And give my past actions some thought.
Will they say 'Well, they're not too bad really;
She certainly never played sport!'
Will they glance at my hips, which are skinny,
And will one of them say 'How on earth
Did such a poor piece of equipment
Play a part in the business of birth?'
When they get to my chest they'll discuss it;
'Ah! She made up her mind to adjust
From a rather top-heavy arrangement
To a much more amenable bust!'
When the neck-bones are reached they'll look fragile.
Will they work out which ones have caused pain?
Will they say of my email obsession
'It'll never cause neck-ache again.'
*
Then they'll come to my brain, but its secrets
Will be hidden away for all time.
They'll prod and they'll pry at the grey stuff,
But they'll never know I made words rhyme.
*
11 comments:
Very very nice reflection and that's a museum I would love to visit!
Beautiful reflection, Brenda! Definitely a place I would love to visit as well! Enjoy your weekend!
Sylvia
I like the reflection and also your bit of poetry. Perfect for Friday!
amazing cloud reflection :)
Beautiful reflection and shot!
I like your photo a lot.
Yes, I like the fractured look over the door. Nature
often provides its own paintings - and we are there
to document her efforts!
Fractured world - what a great description! Love the photo and your poem!
Wonderful reflection and title. I loved the photo and the poem.
That's a nice looking sky reflected in the window I also like the reflection of the old sailing ship.
tres jolie photo,bravo !
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