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  • Jan 2024

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Cling wrap can tangle and twist― so complex,
But cork each end firmly and watch it unwind.
Pop some more bubbly, pause and reflect,
Cling wrap pulls free, leaving tangles behind.
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Way out at sea when the sun starts to climb,
The sky’s haze is orange and gold.
Ivory clouds in lines― sheet music in time,
“Should be sunshine all day”, I was told.
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There's a solo eclipse at the seaway soon,
First, the mainsail must draw some energy.
Clouds hover-dance to an early morn tune,
Ev'ry moment, so priceless― so free…
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It's so warming to be wrapped,
In a golden blanket of salt air glow.
What you see, may have been painted,
Instead of a digital full-frame photo.
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Reflections on water, new layers are revealing,
We dance at first light, for ever, for a lifetime.
Such heartfelt longing, serendipitous we sing,
A shimmering sunrise with vibrations and rhyme.
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The sun is shimmering over water and sand,
Early morn’ light blends across the rippled sea.
Each cloud in the sky fits snug in your hand,
Pandanus lean like guardians, safe and free.
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Emma and I found a park at sunrise,
You can hear every whisper in the still.
Then comes the sound of a grinding, gushing noise,
Water sprayed in an arc― seems like jet ski skill.
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The mangroves blink, then silently sway,
The creek spreads beneath hazy skies.
Emma and I are out kayaking today,
Being overcast― its easy on the eyes.
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When Currumbin breathes it's a hush and a rush,
You're surrounded by trees, water, sand― salt breeze.
Birds arrive early, over water beach and bush,
And at the Alleyway you may meet one of these?
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A footbridge spans between mangrove limbs,
Part submerged trees are in brackish grace.
No perfume wafts by and no petal sings,
Just twisted limbs― knee roots in place.
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A Beaver Moon, so bright tonight,
Splashed the ocean with a silvery gleam.
Many visitors had much iPhone delight,
Beaver Moon is the brightest lunar dream.
JSMedia©2025


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