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Beach
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Some of this
Less of that
Fear of few
Love of lots
Plenty to give
Thankful to receive
Words that build
Ears that listen
Hearts that sing
Those who laugh
Hands that help
Spirits that soar
Colours that matter
Differences that don’t
Friendship to warm
Music to soothe
Places to see
Those I’ve seen
Paths that meander
On any still night
When the clouds are low
And the city lights,
Create an orange glow.
You may perceive it.
Maybe not in the first instant
But with time you might
Come to notice the remnant.
It’s the noise that’s left behind
As society goes about its business –
The machineries daily grind.
It’s an eerie, almost silence.
You’ll know it from the time
You’re sweetheart touched your hand
In that crowded five and dime
The murmur, the only sound that remained.
And as you stand at sea’s shore
On this calm, steamy evening
You can hear it once more,
The hum of lives out there – living.
northerlies hasten
life and death in equal share
no pref’rence offered
In the distance a magpie calls,
Tentatively.
I slide out of bed and slip on a tracksuit,
Sleepily.
The dog uncurls from her bed,
Expectantly.
It’s walk time –
A cup of tea for me,
Stretching and sniffing for the dog.
The darkness cloaks our departure.
Possums take to the power-lines as we pass.
The morning is ours right now.
I can hear the sea.
Gentle waves sigh against
The coarse sand beach.
Curlews cry out from the rocky point,
Heralding the arrival
Of a new born day.
Piccaninni dawn –
Nothing showy;
Pastels of orange, yellow and blue.
Soft light that glows
And lightly tints the bay –
This is why I’m here.
Winter sunrise beckons –
To the early fisherman, waiting
To the dog and the walker, whistling
To the cyclist, breathing hard
To the athletic couple, running
To the lover, returning
To the pelican, preparing
To the poet, watching.
sea mist shrouds july
gentle waves caress the beach
landmarks deceive me
From the sea her beauty is apparent.
From the shore she takes your breath.
Her sweet curve beckons.
Her crystal waters invite.
A ship has cast itself
Into her eternal embrace –
Simply for the joy of growing old
In her golden sands.
Protecting her from storms,
And providing shelter and comfort
To the Pied Oyster Catcher
And the Eastern Curlew,
As they forage the beach…
My beach – Gayundah.
Hot sand on bare feet
Christmas lunch is prawns and fruit
The Saviour smiles down.
wishing you all peace, health and happiness for Christmas and the New Year
As I walk the beach
On a clear winter night,
A hundred ideas cling to my feet
And are washed away by an ocean
Of one thousand stories;
While a universe of a million experiences
Watches on…
So why do I find it difficult to arrive at a topic
Bluff, New Zealand
Poetry is my aeroplane 