Adrift in the sea
Graceful ballerinas
Effortless jetes
Elegant pirouettes
Mesmerising
Translucent
Beauty
Abandoned on the beach
Parched and drying
A child pokes with a stick
My tender heart pities
For I have a jelly fish tongue
When writing it dances
Dextrous
Flexing with ease
But when I speak
I am marooned on the beach
Parched and drying
I poke it with a stick
Alas, it freezes
Header Photo: a snap I took of jelly fish in the aquarium at Noumea. I could have watched them all day. They are so graceful and haunting in water, so sad and ugly when high and dry on the beach.
It reminded me of the difference between my ease of communication when I write, and when I speak. Everything kind of jams up and curdles in my mouth when I talk. The more excited or inclined I am to impart something – the less ease I have to do so.
I’m a terrible gusher. I have to be careful not to speak over the top of others, mindful of my words and tempo. I admire those who are great orators. What a wonderful skill. I don’t possess it. I work best with a keyboard to hand in wish to work through.
When I found writing, I found my ballet shoes. Or maybe my tap shoes. Not straight away, but eventually. Does anyone else feel this way I wonder? Surely I am not alone in being a jelly fish tongue.
But I do try not to sting 😊
Heading home. At top speed, a gentle rock and roll going out here on the high seas. As much as I’ve enjoyed myself (immensely) and the company of my niece Courty, and my time learning more of the craft – I am looking forward to going home, the feel of the earth beneath bare feet and the brush of my dogs as they run beside me.
