|The ocean's steady heartbeat
ideas percolating as surf bubbles,
retreating and entreating
an endless charm offensive.
Blues and greys dance across waves
in a mottled reflection
of the clouds scudding far above,
and in the abandoned chaos of nature
lies peace and inspiration.
A Creative Retreat
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
Like a rough pencil sketch, a dragon's head materialised from the clouds, the edges blurred in shades of lead and cream against a background that…
My feet ached in blue suede heels I'd bought on sale at Westgate, but I was distracted by the way the evening sun caught the Auckland skyline as…
If you squinted hard enough, and used the generosity of spirit required for the earnest appraisal of a child's fingerpainting, the clouds painted…