Lisa - LHB

A poet and that day she read one of her own poetry!

TWIG
Twig,
smooth,
bleached,
silvery white,
death’s whisper,
your vitality stolen
tragically before time,
debris by the water’s edge
as the tides’ rhythm pummels,
entwined with nature’s toll song,
one of countless ruthlessly clustered
while life must continue unabated around,
children will build castles and draw in the sand,
and search for shells amongst seaweeds of red and lime,
meander over ruby red flowers strewn close to shore’s edge
and scamper up the wonderland undergrowth of the ocean dunes
and their laugh will happily sound above the waves’ roar along rocks
but little stick my tear will remember your years of swaying in the breeze
and whatever the name of the creative essence of Mother Nature’s poignancy,
know that the tides’ swirls have washed away a precious and loved part of myself.

LHB
Written in empathy with those who lost a loved one in the Bali Bombings. (In 2002 casualties numbered 202 and 20 in 2005).