Buried
I found lost treasure
this feather, perfect and free
left by an angel, for me
A message in sand
live life light
what falls away makes us free
you don’t need feathers in a hat
just wings,
that no one can see
this,
an epiphany, from an angel
when he left a feather for me.
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Knock
You don’t need arms to hug
sometimes, words will do
a look, too, can be sufficient
or a touch, or text that says,
I’m here for you
A thoughtful gesture
is much like a hug
ordering my second coffee, for instance
without me asking you to
switching sides without complaining, when we sleep
you know I like facing the door
It’s just one of my quirks, we laugh
I’m always thankful, you’ve never asked me to explain more
How about the ordinary?
like a walk along the shore,
or explaining to me patiently, yet again,
the intricacies of that damned alternator, that cost a fortune to fix
Yes, I tell him
we don’t need arms to hug
sometimes words and gestures will do
because together or apart
We means, a me and a you.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Saturday – Hugs
As I sat at the window watching
the sun slipped off the horizon
outside, the palm trees rustled
and the frangipani bloomed
The night, young and warm
much like me once
yes, you knew me then, in the dark
like the frangipani, by perfume
Laughter around me, the genie
I see your presence in a fleeting smile
not yours, but familiar enough
oh! those uneven rolled sleeves and crinkled eyes
How near you are, when I’m far
sitting here, sipping thoughts
from an empty glass,
in a noisy bar
If you were with me
I’d say, like before,
bring out the stars
make my jaded heart sparkle again
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge – Sparkle
There was a time
when they read each other like a book
turned the page each day
to a new line
as the years rolled into one
the book frayed
the pages became fragile, with weight
and no discernible lines
as they smiled through the cracked veneer
of once hallowed ground
no one the wiser
except his heart that yearned
yearned for what once was
and now knows, can never be
the fairytale, he hoped it could have been
because he couldn’t leave.
a dawn bird
In response to RPD – Monday – Stir
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
It starts insidiously
the insomnia
the uncertainty, the denial
surely, it can’t be
Soon you cringe in a cafe,
this can’t be true
You’re at a wet tee-shirt contest
and the only contestant … is you
Like an infomercial … but wait there’s more …
It comes with a bonus, for some, not all
Increased libido, younger men
Oh! that power surge again!
Yes, life goes on
As does the urge to strip
when he least expects it.
a dawn bird
In response to RDP – Thursday – The Secret Door
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
that moment of stillness
suspended nothingness
mindful mindlessness
a dawn bird
In response to Word of the Day Challenge : Zen
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
Sunset at the Fascine, Carnarvon, Western Australia
A moment of stillness
so exquisite
our hearts beat as one
a dawn bird
In response to Sheryl’s Your Daily Word Prompt – Exquisite
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
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