Sand crusted sea weed, Jurien Bay, Western Australia
Alive, under water
swaying like in breeze
caressed they emerge
salty with sea forest
when
tethered to her ankle
an embellished shackle
held him captive, too,
by the sea.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Wednesday – Embellish
In open landscape or empty beach I am constantly searching for that one thing that speaks to me and when it does, I settle in to listen.
Jurien Bay, Western Australia
This is the smallest shell I have ever found. To give some perspective, the sand is fine like sugar. The shell is no bigger than a nail from an infant’s pinky finger and, like a gift offered, filled with scooped sand.
If we viewed our lives as such, moments scooped in a tiny shell, would we live our lives differently? Be less afraid? Love more deeply? Take risks in the knowledge an ending is just a beginning elsewhere. Maya Angelou, says this well.
Passing Time (by Maya Angelou)
Your skin like dawn
mine like musk
One paints the beginning
of a certain end.
The other, the end of a
sure beginning.
Worth thinking about …
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
Sunset, Exmouth Gulf, Exmouth, Western Australia
When I’m by the sea I often reflect on relationships. Is there such a thing as forever? Or is there more to be enjoyed in those fleeting moments of visitation, like those experienced by the tides’ ebb and flow?
The picture jogged my memory about what Anne Morrow Lindberg wrote …
“When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment. It is an impossibility. It is even a lie to pretend to. And yet this is exactly what most of us demand. We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. We insist on permanency, on duration, on continuity; when the only continuity possible, in life as in love, is in growth, in fluidity – in freedom, in the sense that the dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in the same pattern.
The only real security is not in owning or possessing, not in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread of anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now. Relationships must be like islands, one must accept them for what they are here and now, within their limits – islands, surrounded and interrupted by the seas, and continually visited and abandoned by the tides.” Anne Morrow Lindberg, Gift from the Sea (www.goodreads.com).
One day I will find someone who understands, fully understands, and embraces this philosophy.
Until next time
As always
a dawn bird
In the dimmed light of the moon
They fanned a flame
to new beginnings, again.
a dawn bird
In response to A Photo A Week Challenge : Atmospheric
For years,
I walked along the shore each day
at one with the sea
the tides came and went
there was no one else there but me
with my heart in a million pieces
shattered beyond reach
the load somehow seemed lighter
no heaviness within
I thought I was floating free
accountable to none
built walls
knocked them down
then built them up higher
I’m not sure why
to protect the void
safety seemed key
in the push and pull of will,
the tug-o-war within
the inevitable happened,
one night he pointed to the sky,
see those stars,
the million stars, he said softly,
they were once shattered pieces,
mended by me.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Monday – Mend
I offer you my marble heart
run your fingers along the jagged edge
chiselled by life, yet soft, like silk
linger longer, and you’ll see
I am strong where not broken
and where once broken,
I am even stronger
This is my gift.
In response to RDP – Friday – Broken
Sturt Desert Pea, roadside, Pilbara mining region, Western Australia
It’s Sunday morning, five am
he’s alone in bed
remembering her feet
tangled in sheets
soft, supple,
nails painted shiny, Sturt Pea red
a dawn bird
Like the tide that returns to the sea
unhurriedly
in his arms,
she stretches languidly
with tomorrow in her smile
a dawn bird
In response to Your Daily Word Prompt – Languid
Carnarvon, Western Australia
Tether me to your heartstrings
loosely
and moored,
I may stay.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Errant
Somewhere over mining country, Western Australia
Fill my heart
with impossible dreams
spin your web, with words
Mesmerise me.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Tuesday – Web
Sand dunes, Pelican Point, Carnarvon
Seduced, I return
time and time again
running my fingers over your pale skin
the attraction, inexplicable
our narrative is linear
you are magnetic
I, a devotee.
In response to RDP Saturday – Charisma
*Given our love for the beach, sandgroper is a nick name for West Australians.
My body is no longer a safe place
I wake at night, wondering, what else lurks
Hiding, taking hold, infiltrating slyly
So I build a wall, a fortress
I’m good at this, I tell myself
Defender, protector, survivor
This I can do effortlessly
But builders are not soldiers
Not brave, at least, not me
when the enemy is within
So you raise me up to tall
All five feet three, and say,
‘it’ doesn’t know what its up against
unlike you, I’m invincible
But we know in your arms, I am braver
You say softly, come, be braver again
this time, for me.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Gesture
Somewhere
there are footprints
left by only us
Somewhere
there is silence
where talk is superfluous
Somewhere
there is a beach
elaborate, in simplicity
Somewhere
there is a forest
that breathes for you and me
Somewhere
there are wide open spaces
for a crowd of two
Somewhere
is where,
I’d like to be with you.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Thursday : Elaborate
Blue plumbago
As blue as
a moment, alone,
with just the memory of his eyes.
As always,
a dawn bird
In response to July- Blues
A simple overture can open the door to amazing!
Be brave today!
a dawn bird
In response to July- Blues
A Shared Space 
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