He tells me,
the lustre of a pearl
is in the skin
smooth, luminous
as he anchored these words
at my ear.
a dawn bird
Note: The fastener of an earring is also referred to as a keeper by some.
In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Keeper
Tag: love
Within reach
Geographe Bay, Busselton, Western Australia May 2019
Clouds, like memories
drift
within reach.
a dawn bird
Word of the Day Challenge: Cloudy
Pillow Talk
You travel light
Not a care in the world
No baggage dragged around
Or dumped at my front door
No ego, no superego,
no library in your vocabulary
No raised, quizzical eyebrow
Your curiosity is naïve
You don’t complicate life
With judgements and a critical eye
I like where you came from
And where you’ve been
Your plans don’t go beyond the now
You have no idea where you are going
Why would you, you question me
Because time stands still here,
where you are happiest
When you’re with me.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP Friday: Eyebrow
Those java days …
The taste of coffee
smokey
smooth
warm
on your lips,
at first light.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Delight
As one
As the tide left shore
searching for another
in the ebb and flow
ear to earth
we found a heartbeat
that was ours
a dawn bird
Word of the Day Challenge – Lacklustre
The Promise
He said,
as you walk the beach
on a lacklustre day
find the footprints I left behind
stop mid-stride
You’ll find a smile
under the shells
my name, my eyes
my commitment
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Lacklustre
The Reflection
Lean over,
in the darkest pools
you’ll find me,
reflected in yours.
In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Saturday – Identical
The look of love
My daughter S with Embley – Perth Hills
Her licorice braids, hanging over the back of the chair is just a memory.
She is a ‘chalkie’* in more ways than one.
Always vibrant, she knows how to live life with a sense of adventure and fun.
She is my first born.
a dawn bird
RDP – Tuesday: chalk
*teachers are sometimes referred to as chalkies
The Pause
She wrote a book on love
with words scribbled in stars
then paused, to place a solitary comma
amid the beautiful drama.
In response to Word of the Day Challenge: Moon
Nature, like love
Sunrise, Esperance Bay, Western Australia
Nature has no walls
no roof, no fence line, nor gate
no grout, holding together
the colours that accentuate
Nature paints boldly
and never in black and white
Nature fills in spaces, taking risks
like love
in pink and blue
and sometimes grey, for contrast
a dawn bird
In response to Pic and a Word Challenge: Risk #183
The night surfers
The mood yields
day to night
The shift
As old as time
perspicacious
they take it slow
seek and find the wave
to ride in to shore
as one.
a dawn bird
In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt: perspicacious
The Shared Space
The perfumed nightly ritual
on cinnamon limbs
remained in the morning air
ylang ylang, bergamot, patchouli
geranium, rose, citrus, too
like music, they were notes, she once said
he was still learning them
when she left too soon, again
in her absence, they flooded his senses
and from the cacophony
he smiled at the dissonance
that resounds when different worlds collide
so he lay there a moment longer
where she had once been with him.
a dawn bird
Before they met …
She was seated across the Friday din
watched him take a thirsty swig
coiled around the stubbie
his fingers, lean and slim
the stubborn red dirt
tattooed under nails,
with surgical precision
His shoulders broad,
with a hint of casualness
two buttons undone at chest
sleeves rolled up, uneven
blue green veins mapped on skin
He caught her glance
balanced it
until the fuse was lit
then he scanned into memory
a treasure chest, to be raided privately
the miscellany, the incongruity of her presence
seated silently, ignoring all
He observed her intermittently
as fingers skimmed keys like a breeze
he took it all in
there was nothing to misread
no gold, no diamonds,
just a single pearl clasped in silver,
in the hollow of her neck
like a third eye, it signalled
for her, there was no one else there, but him
a dawn bird
The Return
In the divide he walked alone,
where breakers meet
coasting,
for now his steps were slow
in the ebb and flow, a rhythm
as familiar as sea to shore
and in the air, the taste of her
so he returned once more.
a dawn bird
In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt Saturday: Coast
A Shared Space 
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