Our lives
like the tread of tides
a pattern of beautiful seams
a dawn bird
Category: poetry
The Kiss
Once ephemeral as the kiss
between sea and shore
in that liminal space
our lips lingered, for more
In response to RDP – Monday: Ephemeral
The rain speaks in tears …
Xanthorrhoea, aka grass tree, Narrogin, Western Australia, takes twenty years to bloom, resistant to fire and droughts, it can live for hundreds of years.
Prettier tear drops,
you’ll not see
than the ones, left by me.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Tuesday: Droplet
Sea calligraphy
In each grain of sand
our story,
scripted by breeze.
In response to RDP – Monday : Breeze
The night tattoo …
Enchanted
The iridescence blinded me
the kaleidoscope drew me in
spun me like a web
captive,
I wait for that moment, and,
Enchanted I see,
her journey
on fairy wings, paper thin
the gilt, faded,
the reality
she alights
her life, rewritten,
the gift
she stills her wings with grace.
In response to RDP – Friday : Delay
Never to be …
no morning after
no taste of sweet regrets,
of where we’ve been
just bask in the warmth
of where we are
embraced by the silence
in words unsaid
unspoken
and, a memory
of what might have been.
In response to RDP – Tuesday: Lost
The Moonflower
In that garden
there were no walls
just a fence line
that yielded to the embrace
of the bower
and where the moonflower bloomed
at the midnight hour.
a dawn bird
In résponse to RDP – Tuesday : Line
Lifestyle
West Beach, Esperance, Western Australia
Lifestyle
The sum of his day
calculated
gives him the edge.
a dawn bird
In response to the RDP – Sunday: Sum
Introspection
The inward view
is crowded
with hours of you and me
in the castle of memory
where I now live with you,
alone.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday: View
Nudged by Nature
Like barren land
my heart was parched
when prompted by nature
the Monarch landed,
and from the debris
he carried me
on wings tattooed in glitter.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Friday: Prompt
Intrepid Gamblers
We placed our bets
on the table
stepped back and watched
Hearts spin in our favour
after the rush
we cashed the spoils
a moment of quiet
between us.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge: wager
Come fly with me …
It’s late as I write
I should be in bed
tomorrow I fly again
this time, north
where the dust is red
and pink frangipani bloom
outside the door
I won’t be alone
you’ll be with me
watching the silent heron
as it catwalks through mudflats
and as always, waterside
waiting
for sunrise and sunset
then, I’ll be home soon,
too soon,
with stars for eyes
waiting
for the ascent, again.
a dawn bird
Luna love
Revived …
The sand was beige
much like life
when a sunset
became a new day
where we stood,
our feet immersed in gold.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Thursday: Regenerate
A Shared Space 
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