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Snapshot Poetry #9—A Poem and A Painting
Instead of my usual blog, today’s post is a poem by a young Perth writer—my son, Sam*. I loved this poem about the Swan River. I loved the sense of darkness that pervades it—the clouds, the ‘looming’ city, the shadows, the houses trapping the river,...![Snapshot Poetry #8—Graveyard Dreams](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/DSC_0299-e1417853153667.jpg?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #8—Graveyard Dreams
I posted this snapshot poem on my Facebook page a few weeks’ ago, but I’ve since slightly changed the wording. To tell the truth, I went back to the original wording, as it came out of my brain and onto the page. Sometimes tinkering with the words spoils...![Snapshot Poetry #7—Soft Dawn](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/12/IMG_3805-e1417838844878.jpg?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #7—Soft Dawn
I took this photo with my phone at about 5am, facing west, with the sun rising behind me. The sky had a soft, muted appearance, but the air was thick and humid, and thunder rumbled periodically. There was a heavy sense of foreboding, as if something ominous was about...![Snapshot Poetry #6—This Vast Country](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/MelbourneFlight.jpg?resize=914%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #6—This Vast Country
This week’s snapshot poem: Not only this country, but the whole globe is smaller these days, and certainly looks it from way up there …![Snapshot Poetry #5—If I Could Turn Back Time](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/DSC_1742.jpg?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #5—If I Could Turn Back Time
Snapshot Poem #4 is not really a poem, but some thoughts. Take a moment to ponder my beautiful words and imagery … Finished? Good. Now, for something completely different, here’s Cher’s ’80’s hit of the same name:...![Snapshot Poetry #4—Childhoods Cushioned With Green](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/DSC_9123.jpg?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #4—Childhoods Cushioned With Green
A quick snapshot poem this week: It’s not often these days that I get to take my children to a park, or to the beach, or to anywhere with wide open spaces close to nature. Their days are so heavily scheduled:...![Snapshot Poetry #3—My Father’s Hands](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/Dads-Hands-e1406470350444.png?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #3—My Father’s Hands
These hands held mine each Sunday night and clipped my nails, while I wriggled and watched the clippings fall like sawdust into the crease of the newspaper. As broad as the spades they pushed through the dirt, they hammered and sawed, patched...![Snapshot Poetry #2—Privileged Moments](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/screen.jpg?resize=800%2C646&ssl=1)
Snapshot Poetry #2—Privileged Moments
I’ve used the word privilege before when talking about being a doctor, because there are many privileges afforded the medical profession. Doctors share people’s lives in a way few other professions do. We witness intimate and private moments normally...![Snapshot Poetry #1](https://i0.wp.com/louiseallan.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/07/WEEKENDPOEM-e1405734042107.png?resize=1080%2C675&ssl=1)