Migratory Musings

Under the vista of a starstruck night my heart bleeds for the inner peace I had known before we travelled to these rugged shores.

Your name melted in my mind’s eye as I recall the moment of our last goodbye,  the hurt and anger and pain and the baring of souls  amidst a calm and serene landscape and virtually cloudless sky.

But neither you nor I able to appreciate the lull before the storm or the gentle lines of familiar people and places.

We travelled on silently through tumultous skies to crash upon the rocks of beauty.

What should have been paradise found was lovelorn and lacklustre and the colours of real beauty comes from a richer palette.

 

From family loved and lost and left behind.

 

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This is for D’verse Meeting the Bar – Caravaggio and Chiaroscuro.

Again it is my first effort at this- I am a novice. Love to all

Author: alisonhankinson

I am a school teacher and a mum and a red cosmic skywalker, and sometimes a netball coach...but beneath it all I am a writer...

12 thoughts on “Migratory Musings”

  1. Sometimes the journey is more challenging on the destination and our journeys can be endless~

    Like this reflection: What should have been paradise found was lovelorn and lacklustre and the colours of real beauty comes from a richer palette.

    Thanks for joining us ~

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    1. many thanks. It was about my mum, we came to NZ and she died suddenly not long after and she hadn’t wanted me to leave, my final visual memory was of seeing herthrough my rear view mirror, desolate as we left her behind. Thanks.

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