In response to RDP – Tuesday – Soft
Middleton Beach, Albany, Western Australia
Further from shore
no compass, no stars
adrift
longer than forever, and more
each day, each night
the gaslight
shimmered, so soft
it glowed
Into the arms of Mother Sea
each wave caressed me
where Truth was brighter
as only a new day can be.
by a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Wednesday – Question
I lay in bed listening to the ocean roar
the winds screeched above me
the trees bent over, leaves stripped
I was gripped in winter’s full fury
I asked no one beside me,
why is the world an unfriendly place?
when one is alone
this is the message shared with me
The world may be an unfriendly place
but the Universe is a friend
she watches, listens and waits
nothing is given too early
nothing held back, too late
So I rugged up against the winds
and stepped into that enchanted place of communion
I told the Universe where I was
and where I never thought I’d be again
I felt her warm presence walk beside me
mother-like, she said
Each morning, head out to the unknown
with just one certainty
seek what you are looking for
and you will find, what you seek
Remember, there is poetry in Nature
nothing seems what it seems to be
a piece of rock, is history
the forest, a healing sanctuary
the setting sun, is not an ending
it is a new day, elsewhere
and in the first light of dawn, when you feel blue
remember,
a flower may open to the sun
but it smiles at you.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Monday – Filter
I was once the moon, that filled the night sky with my luminous eye. I was once the moon that brought sea to shore, faithfully, once more. I was once the moon that eclipsed the fierce sun, when the long day was done. I was once the moon, silent companion, that faded into obscurity during the day. I was once the moon, the promise, in darkness, we find light.
I was once your moon.
I am here.
Find me again.
a dawnbird
West Beach, Esperance, Western Australia
It is in the moment of falling,
losing grip of that fluid ground
his peripheral vision sharp
as he gazes briefly on those around
still waiting for that wave he caught
lying around,
waiting, while he falls
while he falls, he know he caught the wave boldly
the one they waited for
so he rises again, firm, steady,
boldly determined
on fluid ground once more.
by dawnbird
I love watching and photographing surfers. When I see them in the ocean, they teach me about hope, anticipation, courage, patience and most of all, determination.
So I start my first post of the year wishing that you have the courage to ride that wave because it is only in the falling, that you will know you have done so.
As always
a dawnbird
PS The poem came to me today from a place where I was two months ago which I will write about in the next post.
In response to Daily Word Prompt – Affect
fragments of time
seamed with silken thread
each moment, a memory of us
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenger – Quilt
At that fluid edge
I collect pieces
chips, fragments, remnants
insert randomly
create storm cloud pathways
a mosiac, familiar to me
The way forward
is the way back
diverting, mending
unpicking threads of thoughts
that bind tightly
loosening, discarding
letting go,
letting in
forging the path ahead
where I want to be
with clarity.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – The Path Ahead
Somewhere in the Pilbara mining region, Western Australia
Iron earth
steel tipped boots
the softest footfalls
in my heart
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Outdoors
Midwest, Western Australia
Like clouds,
thoughts of you swirl
destination unknown
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Thursday – The Blues
Untethered, like a feather I floated free
until you found me
as your hands healed, to make whole
I surrendered again and again
and in a fleeting moment
I questioned, is this me?
when you answered, in your smile
it is.
In response to RDP – Monday – Surrender
The Fascine, Carnarvon, Western Australia
Sail in my heart
crest the waves
you’ll find that safe harbour
where you belong.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Nomad
VJ at One Woman’s Quest has invited us to respond to a quote by the Dalai Lama.
“The planet does not need more “successful people”. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”
I believe healers, peacemakers, restorers, storytellers and lovers cross our path each day. To be unaware of their presence is a gift we can deny ourselves, and at our peril.
Every time I photograph something, it speaks to me on a deeper level. I am more open, as I go deeper within. The art and science of this, is never linger within, for a moment longer than necessary. That’s when you deny yourself the gift, the mystery of serendipity.
I love photographing gulls. They have a certain presence, a dignity, despite their reputation of being a nuisance. I love their attitude! They are fierce in the face of it all and captured in a brief moment between lens and me, which I now share with you.
Oh! she is brave
as she faces the sun
skin freckled with age
eye brows undone
bright eyed, without sleep
her day never done
Oh! she is brave
as she faces the sun
and offers her painted lips
to no one.
a dawn bird
In response to VJs Weekly Challenge – #94 – Wild Card
Charles Knife Canyon, Exmouth, Western Australia
In the valley of my mind
a quiet thought grows
exponentially.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Valley
Arum lily
In that space of grey
I floated free
no one else there, but me
thoughts of you came and went
there were days, I wept myself spent
until there were days of joy,
you were right there with me
In your presence I was born again
allowing love and laughter to be my friend
Oh! how time has flown
I have grown younger by the day
where did age go, I cannot say
As I navigate through stumbles and falls
eager to experience all
the time has come to smile and say
an open heart can chart new ways
this I understand, today.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Understand
In my garden
This is but a season
when petals, like thoughts, drift away
only to bloom, again
a dawn bird
In response to One Word Sunday – Division
Have you noticed
the moon never leaves the sky
ever watchful, a silent eye
the glare of sun may blur it
clouds too
and when you’re far from me
with just lonely for company
look up and remember
day or night
I placed it there
omnipresent
because I miss you too.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Lonely
A Shared Space 
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