low season
in this sleepy nook
quiet but for
the cry of gulls
punctuating
the pounding surf
everything is blue
at the empty motel
the blue pool
outside my door is mine
as i float
on my poetic thoughts
gazing up at the palm fronds
imprinted on my eyelids
to currawong recital
amongst the hibiscus
and the cicadas
thoughts of burnt vast plains
momentarily obliterated
i hear
"did you pack my RMs?"
and i'm back
Addendum:
RMs are R M Williams boots... essential attire along with the akubra for country blokes.
haha the peach and serenade of serenity...broken by practicality....drat...i was enjoying that moment...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWell contine to enjoy..I am ...afternoon here by the pool and back to the big smoke tomorrow. Thank you Brian, stalwart of the Rallentanda blog for consistently commenting on my verse.Your stamina and tolerance astounds me:)
Deletehahah...the boots question made me smile....real life amidst a dreamy moment...and i think it fits just perfectly...smiles
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteOh, don't you hate that. Reality skewers relaxation.
ReplyDeleteYes...will be loath to leave.. am only staying until the 14.
DeleteSounds delightful, don't think I've been to Bluey's Beach, but sounds wonderful. Love to just drift away like that, the tinkle of the water and my thoughts very peaceful.
ReplyDeleteNice place.
Deletewhat a place to provide the poet with much to reflect upon. Really love the personal pool, that, I find brings a smile to me. Thanks
ReplyDeleteGood..Thanks Fred.
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