Nature, like love

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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

In the aftermath …

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A life
like a heartbeat, or a pulse
gathers momentum
crosses the line
that no longer divides
undeterred
the power
that unstoppable equalizer
flattens without discrimination
leaving an indelible mark
And, in the aftermath
a message, recycled
what does not kill
makes you stronger,
With love
Cyclone Michael

a dawn bird

In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt:  cyclone

 

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