This piece just wouldn't fit into the restricted 300 characters. Many changes happening in my city. Not always good. I loved my city for the sense of history I felt as I wandered to and fro, I'm sad that this is slowly disappearing. #EastCoastKin #CityScape #History #Authenticity #Poetry #Poem

’Tis the season to be ……? Blue, red, white blinking lights snuggled around the Evergreen pose the question ……. Carols, festive tunes, slinking through aisles, busy malls sing the question …… Neighbourhood, work parties fuelled by food and alcohol shout the question …… …… what is Christmas?

Strange how sorrow strikes at odd moments. I've been giving away & selling stuff for a number of years (my attempt to live simpler). Sold this funny duck yesterday, something my late husband bought me. As I was taking it out my front door a wave of emotion hit. Tried to work it out through words.

(Another attempt at Haiku. 🤷‍♀️🫠) Winking Christmas lights Beckon the curious mind Give the gift of self #Haiku #Christmas #Poem #Poetry

(Haiku is not really my thing, but after reading the works of so many on Bluesky who write Haiku, thought I would give it a go this morning. Still not sure about this form for my style.) Christmas comes but once On an annual cyclic spin Joyful or despair? #Haiku #Poetry #Christmas #Poem

Adorning my walls, creating a home hang photographs, paintings, posters, each whisper a story, reflect the me I am Yet, one piece of art I do not control, natheless knows me well, the window above my desk it changes from one moment to the next There the day tells me its mood ... nature the artist

Perhaps a little autobiographical, but also from observations over the years, & personal experiences. Not often do we really know someone, number of reasons for that, one being people aren't truly interested in knowing the realness of another. It can be hard and confronting. Just some pondering. 🤔😊

A little kindness can make a world of difference. 🌷♥️

'She would not fall, she would not succumb' her ancient mantra strong, as orange-yellow flames licked her trunk tried to devour her ... she would endure She did not fall she did not succumb she would regrow remain the sentinel of the forest as destined by the ancestors #ImageAndVerse #Poem #Tree

I do love this wide, brown, wondrous, contradictory land that I call home (though not to the exclusion of every other nation). However, the extreme days of heat temp me to join the penguins on Heard Island (near Antarctica). In the middle of a heatwave just now, the temperature is still climbing. 🥵

Christmas comes once more evoking desires, hopes, longings placing wanted, unwanted expectations on one & all casting remembrances around the Evergreen Amongst the hurry, scurry lose not the essence of this season of kindness where the giving of oneself is more precious than the gifting of all else

It takes but one step ... supported by conviction powered by imagination fuelled by courage infused with kindness threaded through with love ... to be able to offer a smile lend a helpful hand speak a soft word support a stranger ... so as to be the kind of difference humanity needs #EastCoastKin

Did you hear it too, the sigh of the sun as it broke open a new day? Throughout its aeon rotations it has witnessed human evolution What humanity could have been is gradually slipping away Come my feathered friend shall we front this new day share a smile, gift kindness try to do better? #Poetry

I grew up on a farm. My brothers are much older than me, which left me to wander the hills, valleys & rivers mostly by myself. Except when a dingo (wild native Australian dog) which we named, Rover, entered my life & we adventured together. Even though the city is now home, the land holds my soul.

He walked his own path kept his own counsel not known for his patience not always tolerant stubbornness ran through his veins but so too did kindness a helping hand always given loved all living creatures and they him he harmonised with the earth A conundrum, was my father a puzzle unto death 👀 ALT

Could I be but a cloud float with lightness simply being design patterns to astound embrace the warmth of the sun create wonders ne’er seen before view the below with equality where differences and borders un-exist Sadly, I am not such a cloud yet perhaps I could imagine so as I walk amongst you

When skies darken clouds steal the day of the endless blue heaviness settles upon your heart, mind, spirit seek your patch of peace be the one known to self for surely the sun will find you once more and sing you a rainbow while skies clear #Poem #Poetry #BeYourself #Rainbow #Fryslân

I think this is a little philosophical rambling/pondering than perhaps a poem. What is it to be certain? #Philosophy #Pondering #Certainty #CanWeBeCertain #Poetry

Do you also hear your name sung gently when immersed in nature? I hope so. #Poem #Poetry #Nature #YourName

I ponder on many things, much hurts my heart. A hurt that weighs heavy is injustice, which is so blatant throughout our world. In particular how women are being treated in Afghanistan. My view is that religion/faith is not truly the cause, it's the excuse/screen ... love of power is the real evil.

The day wanted to remind me it was almost done & that I should aways pay attention to unexpected beauty before the night disappeared it. This just happened, and it was gone in a matter of moments. You & me, in the infinite spiral of time, will also be gone in a matter of moments ... shine bright.

Does grief haunt me? No. Rather grief accompanies me, together we weave a new way of being. Grief is not to be shunned, for once you learn its intent you realise it comes not to burden you, instead it desires to free you. Yet this path awaits to be learnt. #Grief #Loss #Poem #Poetry

You arrive without bidding cast your light to disperse the clinging darkness You answer to no force alone your own You care little for the machinations of humankind Yet, we depend on you Would we but consider more our stewardship of all living things, perhaps we could prevent our slide into oblivion

I have plans for one day putting together a book of my poems and photos on the theme of grief and grieving ... I've composed quite a few now, and I don't seem to be stopping any time soon. One important thing I've learnt about grief, is we can't compare our grieving to others. #Grief #Poem

This one's for Tara @tarasmithson.bsky.social She light heartedly suggested I could write a poem about flying like a Peregrine. I put that aside. Suddenly words started forming last night. So here it is. Perhaps all bird lovers might like it. See ALT @alan678.bsky.social @robcrank68.bsky.social

My window is crying droplets of water released by grey low hanging clouds slowly slither down the glass blur the outside, cause me to ponder How does one hold the sadness, sorrow that builds within, should they remain hidden or, set free? Sadness, sorrow do better when released Tears need to fall

Supermarket flowers cut from their birthing place await patiently to be admire anew, colours bright, subdued just seeking love one last time In your haste, your desire to get ‘it’ done don’t forget to peer at your feet and notice the wonder which humankind did not create #Poem #Poetry #Poppies

Smoke from distance fires cloak the morning hour, turns the water red, attempts to smother the rising sun Earthy sweet scent invades the air, impedes deep breaths Forgive us, ancient trees, bushland once more you are sacrificed upon the alter of human greed #EastCoastKin #Poetry #Poem #Sunrise

This is the first poem in my first ever printed book. 😮 I've created 12 poems all focusing on the word 'Quiet'. The other poems are entitled: Calm; Whisper; Lull; Placid; Soundless; Stillness; Unvoiced; Silence; Tranquillity; Hushed; & Quiescent. Each accompanied by a photo. A meditation of sorts. ♥️

Well, I did a thing. I'm at the beginning of an experiment. I wrote 12 poems focusing on the word 'quiet', I matched them with 12 of my photos. I used an online site to create a book, then found a boutique printer in Sydney, who printed them. They have just arrived. What now? 1/2

Whence comes the joy the simple effervescence of living the sheer pleasure of … drawing breath splashing in puddles dancing with a tree inhaling a flower’s fragrance holding the hand of another a feathered kiss on a cheek Appreciate the simplicity of joy and she will turn your world upside down

There are reasons that I don't describe myself as a 'poet', but rather a 'wordsmith'. This piece is one reason why. I don't follow 'normal' poetic conventions. I asked a poet friend, who recently died, what is poetry? He replied, 'whatever you want it to be'. Mmmmm ... okay. Hasn't convinced me. 😊

Peering into the heart of a flower the noise, the haste of the world disappeared the longer my gaze was transfixed the more I realised that life is not about power attaining more material wealth rather real living is about being held by wonder living in awe reaching out in love

The creating process can have its surprises. I'd been sitting with these words for a few days, suddenly this morning it kind of finished itself. When I then thought of a photo to complete it, this one came to me. I'd been sitting with this photo for a month or so. The ALT text will tell more.

To some, it appears I am lost … I move not in the direction the majority move, I view my surroundings through different lenses, I listen for that which is often overlooked, disregarded I am not lost … I’m just not where you are, or, think I should be #Poem #Poetry #EastCoastKin #Lost #NotLost

Okay here goes for #BirdOfTheDay. These fellas got tired of #paddling and decided to hijack a boat to get things going a little faster. Okay, okay ... I accept disqualification ... but this is one of my favourite photos. Don't normally photograph birds. Still giggle at this one.

Beware when the night comes, she can seduce you. #EastCoastKin #Night #Poetry #Poem

O Spring, my Spring your fickle nature has become all too known Winter struggles to let go, plunging days back into his cool embrace, while Summer is too eager to impose her heat O Spring, caught in a tug-o-war between Winter and Summer #EastCoastKin #Spring #Verse #Poetry

The clouds, they seek to please none, they merely delight in the freedom of being their created purpose, they measure not their worth against expectations, they dance in wonder and creativity, in doing so astound and delight us #EastCoastKin

You, who have stood year on year, recording within your rings the history of changing times You who take in our toxins, return life-giving oxygen Consigned to a museum, your reign is ending, earth’s balance tilts a little more toward destruction. Oh, my fellow beings, do you not yet understand?

The story of us ended … One tear at a time One exhausted body One anguished scream One silent cry One last regret One extinguished heart beat …and a million, million memories entwined so that pieces of you inhabit every breath yet to be breathed. Our story ended yet it can never be erased.

Upon a fence, unnoticed by most you climb, entwine, shine in your fine spring greenery Your edges so exquisitely sculpted lines designed … just so Your delicate pattern … divine replicated over and again What wonder is this so simple, defined, yet so extra-ordinary? I see you - you are sublime

Ah my feathered friend do you feel it too as together we witness the genesis of a new day .. time as yet, unwritten … vacant moments to be filled …. memories awaiting their stories ….. love yet not conceived …… grief soon to be gifted? But not just yet … let us simply ‘be’ a while longer

It started with a single note, clear, strong, pitch perfect The dawn began the song serenaded the sun to rise the moon to set the earth to spin the oceans to move the clouds to form, reform Join the song of nature the chorus of humanity your part was destined ... we all have a voice #EastCoastKin

The face on my bench top appeared mysteriously gazing upon me surreptitiously. ‘Oh my, whence did you emanate peering at me imperiously, do I take you seriously?’ Not a murmur, not a sound, staring at each other curiously, until I wiped the bench, gloriously. (A little nonsense once more 😊)

You've boxed me defined, confined, assigned me within the lines, shape you think I should be the one you have constructed to your liking Your eyes are blinded to the reality of my personality I escaped long ago Boxes, categories, prejudices cannot contain the me that I am I live in the beyond

Down the road, at a café I sometimes visit, I'm intrigued by the tables. They are so worn, and scruffy. However, I like them too, as they remind me that thousands of others have sat here before me, and of course my curiosity begins to wander. Hence the creation of this combination of words.

Where am I? I know I am here physically, feet upon the ground beneath, body taking in air, nourishment. But where am I? Am I living, or, am I only alive? Life is not waiting for me to make some kind of profound impact, life cares less if I breathe, or not. Where I am, who I am only I can answer.

The 300 character limit here is always a challenge for my writing, a good one at times. However, many of my poems are longer than what I post. This is for @alan678.bsky.social it is the longer version of what I posted earlier today. Wonder of Nature

Within you … galaxies are ... yet to be discovered endless possibilities ... yet to be realised beauty defying description ... yet to be revealed All within you … a wonder of nature Never doubt ... the you, you are the you, you are becoming #Sunrise #WonderOfNature