coastal walk

Lockdown walk No. 7 Bedazzled by patterns of nature by Colleen Keating

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So is the miracle of rock formations  and their beauty from sand and silt and pebbles laid down, forming rock and then sculptured by the sea and wind sometimes violently like the betrayer and sometimes caressing like a lover.
As we walk from The Entrance Beach around past the baths we enjoy the rocky shelf and headland sculptured by the wind and water and tides. It is waved and striated and patinated and honeycombed and is a joy to the eye.

coastal walk

my eyes trace lines
that curve and swirl
track contours and circled altars
waiting their tide reunion
where only soft padded periwinkles
and sharp edged oyster shells venture
landscapes of sculptures composed
by the dreamtime of water wind and sand
a patterned mosaic
dioramas unfolding
like silken threads from a mulberry tree

each line each ripple
a stretch mark wrinkle scar
has its story

with the tide the ocean
rolls and thunders
sometimes her fingers
like talons scratch and claw
yet eternally patient
her hands caress
love and mould
soothe and soften the violent edges
touch the secret caverns
and with each tide seduce a little more

poem Page 46 A Call to Listen

Soul Work – being creative reminds us of our place in the cosmos

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My new project . Uniting  three of my  favourite creative activities:  poetry photography and nature walking.  Each is a creative retreat for me  – restorative to body , mind, spirit and soul.I trust anyone who comes across them will poise and ponder  and praise the cosmos that gives us
life. The first photo was taken on my morning walk from Dolphin House to Shelly Beach where the ebbing tide gave me great opportunities to enjoy the pellucid sand.  Making photo haikus is not original. Some call them  an eyeku  and eyekus  and they need to be about nature and awareness complementing each other and each enriching the other a little deeper .

 

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coastal walk

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The following poem coastal walk is the next poem in this section of A Call to Listen

The miracle of silk that we find spun and hidden on mulberry leaves .
So is the miracle of the beauty of rock formations from sand and silt and pebbles laid down, forming rock and then sculptured by the sea and wind sometimes violently like the betrayer and sometimes caressing like a lover.
As we walk from The Entrance Beach around past the baths we enjoy the rocky shelf and headland sculptured by the wind and water and tides. It is waved and striated and patinated and honeycombed and is a joy to the eye.

coastal walk

my eyes trace lines
that curve and swirl
track contours and circled altars
waiting their tide reunion
where only soft padded periwinkles
and sharp edged oyster shells venture
landscapes of sculptures composed
by the dreamtime of water wind and sand
a patterned mosaic
dioramas unfolding
like silken threads from a mulberry tree

each line each ripple
a stretch mark wrinkle scar
has its story

with the tide the ocean
rolls and thunders
sometimes her fingers
like talons scratch and claw
yet eternally patient
her hands caress
love and mould
soothe and soften the violent edges
touch the secret caverns
and with each tide seduce a little more