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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 15h

Vibrant you say @atlanticbirding.bsky.social? Well, you know what's coming ... a #RainbowLorikeet of course. These vibrant beauties certainly brighten up any day. My 'feathered rainbows'. #BirdOfTheDay #Black&White: Main theme #Vivid: Alt theme #Birds #ECK #Australia

A Rainbow Lorikeet sits on a cross branch in front of a background of a green bushy tree.

The rainbow lorikeet is a vibrant parrot about 30 cm long, known for its colourful plumage, which includes a blue head and tummy, red curved beak, green wings, and an orange-yellow breast. They are highly social and energetic birds, often found in flocks, and primarily feed on nectar and pollen.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 21h

Australian researchers Isabel Joy Bear & Richard Grenfell Thomas came up with the term/word 'petrichor'. It is a great word, been trying to use it in a verse for a while. That was my task today. #Verse #Prose #Petrichor #ECK #PoetryCommunity #DroughtBreakingRain #Australiana #Poetry

The image accompanying this piece is of grey and greenish storm clouds.

Text:

Petrichor Intoxication

Earth’s surface lay cracked,
like a shattered window,
crevices widening in
the desiccated air,
the colour green
evaporated long since,
replaced by tanned clay

Clouds of puffed up white,
floated by, unable to change
the thirsting landscape below,
earth slowed its rhythm,
survival mode activated

Woven within the heated air the
Raven’s funereal hymn echoed over
paddocks of shimmering mirages,
the mighty Spotted Gum shed limbs,
deep roots exhausted

night, day, night, day, night, day, night, day

earth’s rotation count lost, as nature waited

With a crack, and a baritone rumble
slate grey-green clouds rolled heavily,
slowly, from the previously vacant sky,
winds teased the clouds,
shaking them from side to side,
demanding a release

One, then another, liquid tears fell,
exploded in puffs of powdered dust,
curtains of rain released upon a
begging earth, nature delirious,
intoxicated by petrichor

© Aj d’Wit - 1 October 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 30/09/2026

We know it, don't we? Feel it, felt it. The kind of longing which has no end. Kind of like a shadow falling in love with the sun - impossible. #Verse #Prose #PoetryCommunity #LongingForThatWhichCannotBe #Shadow #NonsenseReally

Shadow Longing

Once long ago, when time began
Shadow fell in love with the Sun

As the Sun traverses the sky, transfixed
Shadow perpetually follows in Sun’s wake

Morphing in shape, tone, number, texture
the devotion, compulsion has no limit

Aeon upon aeon Shadow will yearn
for a love which cannot be

Shadow only exists where the light
cannot reach, where it is absent

Futile is Shadow’s love, always be so
a tale as old as time, as eternal as longing

© Aj d’Wit - 30th September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

'Heads up. Humans about.' 'When you really look at them ... they are odd.' 'That's what I've been saying for years.' Now, now #Galahs just remember who puts the seeds out for you. #BirdOfTheDay #EFG birds beginning with any of those letters Alt: #Paridae #Birds Thanks @robcrank68.bsky.social

Two Galahs face to the right, and looking towards the camera. They are standing on a flat, elevated platform where a variety of seeds have been placed. The background is blurred green foliage and a brown tree trunk.

The Galah can be easily identified by its rose-pink head, neck and underparts, with paler pink crown, and grey back, wings and undertail. Galahs have a bouncing acrobatic flight, but spend much of the day sheltering from heat in the foliage of trees and shrubs. Huge noisy flocks of birds congregate and roost together at night.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

A little more rhythm and rhyme. Mainly because some of my usual inspiration has 'up and went'. No matter, my discipline of writing every day will get me there again. #Verse #Prose #Rhythm&Rhyme #SpringFever #Poetry #Red&Green #BottleBrush

The image accompanying this verse is of a Bottle Brush tree. Bright red flowers, shaped like the kind of brush you would use to clean bottles, adorn a tree of green foliage and yet to bloom flowers.

Text:

Red and Green
Should Always be Seen

In folk lore of old,
it were often told,
colours, red and green,
should never be seen

Yet in modern day,
be there more leeway,
as nature proclaims
red and green doth reign

For Spring's gallery
deems it most worthy
that flowers and trees
flaunt their reds and greens

© Aj d’Wit - 29 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

Experimenting with rhythm and rhyme today. Never been a fan of rhyming poetry, doesn't mean that I don't try it out every now and then. Anyway, a little bit of nonsense. Have a week of curiosity and learning. #Verse #Prose #ProbablyNotPoetry #Eagle #ForFun #BeCurious

The image with these word is that of a flying eagle against a backdrop of white clouds and blue sky.

Text:

Rain on my window
tears in my heart
wind in the willows
life lived apart

Sun in the blue sky
hope in my heart
bird flying up high
make a new start

© Aj d’Wit - 28 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

'Stand up straight, heads forward, try not to look at the strange bird taking the photo. You can do this. We need to demonstrate to the Aussie how we Kiwi Gulls can strut our stuff.' #Red-BilledGulls #BirdOfTheDay #Seabirds Alt #Airborne #Birds #ECK Thanks @atlanticbirding.bsky.social

A line up of New Zealand Red-Billed Gulls. With one flying just above them. Background of greenish water, and buildings.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Here is a pair of handsome #SpangledDrongos. Oft times I wonder just who names these birds, The term 'drongo' has a not so nice slang meaning in Australian culture. Not fit for this beautiful bird. Thanks Rob @robcrank68.bsky.social #BirdOfTheDay #Pairs Alt: #Green #Birds #ECK

Two Spangled Drongos sit on a tree branch, with a green and part sky background. They are both facing left.

The Spangled Drongo has glossy black plumage, with iridescent blue-green spots (spangles), a long forked tail and blood red eyes. Sexes are similar, but the female is slightly smaller. Occasional white spotting can be seen on the upper wings of both sexes. Young birds are more sooty black without the spangles and the eye is brown. The Spangled Drongo is noisy and conspicuous, usually active, and frequently aggressive to other species.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Reflections objects returning replicas of self, via light waves upon motionless surfaces, illusionary images, real, yet not transient temporary translucent Am I real, or be I a mirage #Verse #Prose #Poetry #PoeticPhilosophy #PoetryCommunity #ECK #ArtOnTheWater #PhilosophicalMusings

A number of different sized, and coloured buoys. Most floating of shallow water, with reflections, some on the sand. Behind a brown, cement wall, towards the top of the image, is the ocean.

This is an art installation for an annual Art Festival.

Text:

Reflections

objects returning replicas
of self, via light waves
upon motionless surfaces,
illusionary images,
real, yet not

transient

temporary

translucent

Am I real, or be I a mirage

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

'I can see you. Don't think I can't. I'm watching your every move, so you just watch it.' An #AustralianPelican keeping tabs on me. #BirdOfTheDay Alt: #BirdStare Main: #TheDivers #Birds #Australia #ECK Thanks Helen @helenbennett.bsky.social

A front on view of an Australian Pelican as it floats in shallow water. It has a long pink bill, black eyes with yellow rims, mostly white apart from black feathers on its wings overlaid with white feathers.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

WARNING: Implied reference to suicide My sister died 3 years ago. While I was overseas fulfilling a promise to our parents, the day after her birthday, she died. My suspicion is that she orchestrated her death. She was a nurse, she had the knowhow. She was terminally ill. I continue to wonder.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

A little ruminating on Spring as it tickles slumbering life awake, and encourages new life into existence. It is also the season where new possibilities emerge. Spring comes with purpose to the Southern Hemisphere. #Verse #Prose #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Spring #Australia #ECK

The image accompanying this poem is of sunlight shining through leaves, making them a lovely light green colour. There are some darker shades, in particular in the top right area.

Text:

Spring - The Renewer

I observe you, as leaf by leaf you
reclothe yourself after a
season of nakedness, your tender,
lime-green leaves dance with
the breeze, as your slender branches
sway to and fro, a mesmerising
celebration of renewed verve

life arouses in my land

I hear you, as your ‘coo-ee’ incessantly
floats upon the warming air currents,
ready to begin the next generation
after your migratory journey from the
lands to the north, oh my shiny black,
red-eyed Eastern Koel, you are the
harbinger of this returning season

life returns in my land

I feel you, as longer days chase
cool mornings into retreat, as the
sun’s brilliance burns the sand
beneath my bare feet, as easterly
salt-laden sea breezes bring relief,
as an awakening flutter within
calls me to begin anew

life renews in my land

© Aj d’Wit - 23 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

A bunch of #SilverGulls preening in readiness for another day. (One of my favourite photos.) Thanks Rob. #BirdOfTheDay #Redheads main theme #Gull ALT theme #Birds #ECK #Sunrise #Australia

A flock of Silver Gulls take up the centre of this image. The sand on the left is dry and a golden colour (coloured by the rising sun), the sand on the left is wet and a dirty tan colour.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

How does one capture a picture of the wind? How does one even try to paint a picture of it with words? That my friends is my challenge. Not there yet, but will spend years trying to. So bear with me. 😊 #Verse #Prose #PerhapsPoetry #Poetry #ECK #HowDoICaptureTheWind

The Sound of Wind

With force, with gentleness, with flow
winds roam the earth, following a
primeval call, orchestrated by the sun
through the ebb of highs and lows

oft times soft, caressing, lingering,
exploring with curiosity the shape,
the design of all in its path with its
velvety breath, sensuous vapours

then like the sound of a thousand
thundering hooves, the wind rages
through valleys, atop cliffs, bending
all it encounters to its will, its might

The winds

voiceless whistling
raging, deafening roars
meandering, swooshing air currents
undulating waves of timeless sound

reign unhindered, untameable, unconquerable

© Aj d’Wit - 22 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

The sounds of life are a constant, they are the soundtracks to living. #Verse #Prose #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Sounds #LifeSounds

The image for this poem is that of a colourful sunset over a cityscape. The amber/peach sunset colour is topped off by grey, streaky clouds. Along the bottom of the photo is the silhouette of city buildings, with two construction cranes on top of two of the buildings to the right.

Text:

Life Sounds

Night gently encompasses me like a
cashmere shawl, outside birds chatter
with regularity, as if trying to relay their
day’s happenings before the light is finally
siphoned from the day, raucous cries
from patrons at a nearby Pub, float
unhindered through my windows,
backyard hens cluck with content,
settling down for the coming darkness,
in the distance, ocean waves crash
rhythmically with a hushed roar
against the compliant shore

life

the sounds of life continuously
weave in and out, recording
a never-ending story

until

life is no more

© Aj d’Wit - 21 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

'Hey, are you watching me? Yes, you. Well that's just plain rude. I don't spend my days watching you. Now go away.' Mmmm ... I did tell you that #RainbowLorikeets are cheeky. #BirdOfTheDay #CaptionThatBird #Birds #ECK #Australia #NatureIsGrand

A Rainbow Lorikeet hangs upside down in the green leaves of a Cape Honeysuckle. His head is close to an orange honeysuckle flower. The Lorikeet has an orange curved beak, a bright blue head, red eye with a black centre, lime green collar and green back feathers. The background is a blurred pale olive green colour.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Peace unfurls in the quiet unnoticed, unheralded with simplicity and purity it glows without prejudice Peace need not be fought for, nor battled over, rather it germinates within, nurtured by kindness and understanding Peace awaits a new rebirth #ImageAndVerse #Stunday #Poetry #ECK #Peace #Poem

A pure white unopened Peace Lily, with a green stem, glows against a dark background.

A white Peace Lily glows with its yellow centre, and green stem. At the bottom green leaves shine. Another unopened bloom is blurred, to the right of the opened Lily. The background is black.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

'Who's she calling scruffy? The cheek. Has she looked in the mirror lately? Come on. So disrespectful.' Think I may have upset the #AustralianPelicans. The #Gull doesn't seem to mind their departure. #BirdOfTheDay Alt #Scruffy Thanks AB (Best I could do to meet the theme. 🤷‍♀️)

Two Australian Pelicans (mostly white, with black wings) swimming away from the camera in a shallow pool of water. They leave ripples behind them as they go. In the water in front of them are reflections of thin poles. In the right, bottom left corner, a Silver Gull faces the camera.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

When I first started this project of writing about each month as I found myself within them, I wasn't sure that by September I would still be committed. Well looks as if I am. I give you September, as I experience it. #Prose/Verse #PerhapsMorePhilosophicalThanPoetry #September #ECK #Poetry #Sunrise

The image accompanying this piece is of a sunrise over the ocean, captured in between the leaves of a small shrub.

Text:

September

With a hush of quiet whispers, you arrived,
tickling my senses, causing a sneeze

Hello September, quiet you may be
however, there is a boldness surrounding your days,
once the seventh month, now the ninth,
you give no heed to human antics,
confident in knowing your own place

Within your days, the sun climbs to a point
directly above the equator, matching
equal daylight with equal darkness,
for a short period all living things
bask in nature’s equality

Equality, a noble and just goal,
where difference is not feared, nor imprisoned,
rather celebrated and embraced

Oh September, guardian of the tilting earth,
may your quiet, bold days
weave the magic of equality
throughout this globe of ours

© Aj d’Wit - 19 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

Winnie Eyes, like pools of molten chocolate Nose, compact, rounded, charcoal black Fur, untamed like wind through tall grasses A dog’s gaze, innocent and true Seeks only acceptance and love (My hairdresser's dog, Winnie) #Verse #Prose #ECK #PoetryCommunity #ForTheLoveOfDogs #SomethingDifferent

A close up photo of a dog's head. She has chocolate brown eyes, brown-greyish fur, black nose.

Text:

Winnie

Eyes, like pools of molten chocolate,
Nose, compact, rounded, charcoal black,
Fur, untamed like wind through tall grasses

A dog’s gaze, innocent and true,
Seeks only acceptance and love

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 17/09/2026

Took a bit of a deep dive into myself today ... always an interesting exercise. Such an unexplored terrain all too often neglected. #Verse #Audrey'sRamblings #PerhapsPoetry #KnowThyself

Text:

The Me I Am

Today, I journeyed inside myself
took stock of what it is that
determines the me I am

first I encountered the brokenness,
these being the parts which always
clamour to be noticed …
brokenness caused by loss, grief,
disappointments,
failures, judgements,
any of which could easily define me

but they don’t

going deeper, I found the dreams,
ideals, hopes, longings, wishes,
which over time have been
overwhelmed by the brokenness,
even though weaker now,
could easily fade away, be forgotten

but they won’t

woven within all that is me, are
threads of my strengths, abilities,
characteristics which are uniquely mine,
values, principles built over years
through experience and learning,
any of which could easily break

but they don’t

there, at the core of
all that weaves together,
the tapestry of the me I am
is my true self,
my authentic self
I don’t want to lose her

and I won’t

© Aj d’Wit - 17 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 16/09/2026

My attempt at reflecting upon mental illness, having spent many hours today with a beautiful niece who struggles with a mind which tries to dictate her life. #Verse #ProbablyNotPoetry #MentalIllness #EveryMindIsBeautiful

The image for this verse is an abstract piece of art of fingers of different colours coming down from the top, and rising up from the bottom.

Text:

Beautiful Chaos

The mind is an alien terrain,
not always predictable,
able to be constrained by
the rules and expectations
of a society which demands too much
of those whose brain chemistry
rules, dictates ones behaviour

there are no neat, linear solutions
for a mind which struggles with each day,
a beautiful, chaotic mind needs to be allowed
to develop its own patterns
within the nurturing of love
until it finds acceptance within itself

© Aj d’Wit - 16 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 15/09/2026

Sometimes you need to stop, breathe deep, and remember what is truly important. It's life's small delights which makes our lives richer, more meaningful. (One of my sunrise photos) #Verse #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #ECK #Sunrise #Wonderment-Isn'tThisAGreatWord

The image for this poem is of a bright yellow sun rising up from the horizon, which turned the sky a glowing amber colour, while the ocean a silver-blue.

Text:

Wonderment of Being

I took hold of a pause today
in which to still my mind
and slow my breathing

the affairs of the world would
rather I rush onwards, taking
heed of little else than to
get ahead, outdo the other

yet, in the chaos of hurry
I miss the slow
unfurling preciousness
of life’s small delights,
and the wonderment of just being

© Aj d’Wit - 15 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

All it took was to come across a bunch of Daffodils this morning, & words started to form. Took me in a direction I didn't know I was headed. Even though we get on with living when a loved one dies, never means that we will ever stop missing them. And, that's perfectly fine. #Verse #Poetry #Grief

A bright yellow daffodil, surrounded by others, is the image accompanying this poem.

Text:

Colours of Missing

When you miss me most,
your heart is heavy,
meet me in the yellow,
the yellow of the daffodils,
be reminded of my smile

When you miss me most,
feel that you can no longer go on,
meet me in the green,
the green of those rolling hills
where once we wandered

When you miss me most,
loneliness your only companion,
meet me in the blue,
the blue of a clear, cool day,
hear my laughter once more

When you miss me most,
sleep interrupted by torment,
meet me in the silver,
the silver of a moonlit night,
remember my soft embrace

When you miss me most,
tears blur your vision,
meet me in the red,
the red of my captured heart,
know my love never ceased

All those times,
when you miss me most,
be surrounded by
all the colours of living,
notice those traces of me
still woven within you

© Aj d’Wit - 14 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 13/09/2026

The earth pleads for rain Clouds build, release nature’s gift Drought finally broken #Haiku #ImageAndVerse #Stunday #PoetryCommunity #Poetry #ECK #Australia #Gloucester (The small town, down on the valley floor, is where I was born, and this is the area where I grew up.)

Landscape scene of a valley with a township spread through it. Rugged mountains are on the other side of the valley. This is actually a volcanic crater. As a youngster I went on excursions up into the mountains and we found seashells scattered everywhere. Lots of other geological stuff too - such a long time now, one's memory is a little vague.

Dark clouds fill the top left of the photo, with a large white cloud spread across in front of it. In the middle of the image, on the mountains, rain is falling. It was always magical watching rain come up the valley.

In the foreground, a bunch of trees are to the left, and brown/green paddocks slope down towards the valley floor.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

Nothing to see here. Just your standard tree stump. Move along. Not sure that I've met the theme for today's #BirdOfTheDay which is #BirdsInAbstract. But this fella has certainly gone undercover. The reveal is in the ALT.

The Tawny Frogmouth is the master/mistress of camouflage.

The Tawny Frogmouth (Podargus strigoides) is a nocturnal Australian bird that resembles an owl but is actually more closely related to nightjars. It's famous for its exceptional camouflage, which allows it to look like a broken tree branch during the day. Tawny Frogmouths occur across most of Australia and feed mainly on insects and other small animals.

Their plumage is mottled grey, white, black and rufous – the feather patterns help them mimic dead tree branches.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 12/09/2026

There has been one sound that has been a constant in my life, and that is of the #LaughingKookaburra. A sound many who have not grown up with may not particularly note as wondrous ... however, I do. Their cackling instils a sense of home. #Verse #Prose #PoetryCommunity #Poetry #ECK #Australia

The image accompanying this poem is a close up of a Laughing Kookaburra. The Kookaburra has a large, thick beak, white head and chest with a brown mask around the dark eye and beyond. The wing is dark brown with tiny flecks of blue. The background is a blurred green colour.

Text:

Awaken the Day

Before the day is a thought,
sunless morn stirs me to wake
with sleep dulling my senses,
eyelids unable to fully open,
a rising laughing call begins to
cackle into the quiet

koo-koo-koo-kaa-kaa-kaa

followed by another

koo-koo-koo-kaa-kaa-kaa

the Laughing Kookaburras
begin their pre dawn hymn of
wonderment and praise,
a song of possession
and proclamation

the continuous chorus
pulls sleep into an afterthought,
dreams vanish without trace,
the harbingers of the new day
have no time for the slothful

© Aj d’Wit - 12 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

'Yum, yum. I'd share ... but you know, you're a human.' #RainbowLorikeets are a cheeky lot. This one was busy with the business of munching on snacks. Thanks AB. #BirdOfTheDay #Mouthful #Birds #ECK #Australia #FillYourLifeWithRainbows

A Rainbow Lorikeets sits, surrounded by green leaves and fruits. His orange beak is filled with cream coloured fruit. The Lorikeet has a blue head, lime green band around the back of its head, a bright orange front, blue below that, and a green back.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 11/09/2026

Wow, 'iambic pentameter' poetry writing isn't easy. After closer examination I realised my previous two postings in this style were full of errors. However, I may have got it in this piece. Being confined by rules, not always my thing. 😉 Hats off to Shakespeare. #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #ECK

The image accompanying this poem is of a selection of orange coloured art pieces (vases, containers, teapot, a dog, etc.) They were discovered on top of a high white cupboard.

Text:

An Orange Mood

Above, unnoticed, where fluorescent light
Reflects forgotten treasures, colours bright
Resplendent art awaits, returned delight

© Aj d’Wit - 11 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

My handsome 'Prince' the #WillieWagtail in his fine tuxedo came a calling one fine afternoon. Yes, my Prince let us dance among the clouds and stay out till the stars fill the sky. #BirdOfTheDay #Black&White

A Willie Wagtail stands on the edge of a glass top table, facing left. His reflection shines in the glass. He has a black head, back and tail, whereas his front is all white. The background is blurred garden plants and lawn.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 10/09/2026

Song of Spring Life explodes wildly The Australian bush glistens Trees sing with colour #Haiku #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #AustralianSpring #ECK

Two yellow, I think, Lilly Pilly flowers with a background of dark green leaves, and some brown branches. There are little blobs of white light floating around - I like to think that this was the magic of the tree surrounding me as I look photos of its lovely flowers.

Text:

Song of Spring

Life explodes wildly
The Australian bush glistens
Trees sing with colour

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 09/09/2026

Another attempt at the 'iamb pentameter' rhythm and meter poetry formula. Good exercise for one's brain and creativity. #Poetry #Poem #PoetryCommunity #ECK #BottleBrush #SpringInAustralia

The image with this poem is of bright red Bottle Brush flower, with some green leaves in the background. The Bottle Brush is a favourite of bees and birds.

Text:

Awakening Bottle Brush

Capsules release spindly, bold filaments
cylindrical, red, bright flowers, cascade
as lit pendants upon verdant newness
reaching outwards proclaiming spring’s advent
enticing birds and bees with sweet nectar

Awoken life filters throughout the land

© Aj d’Wit - 9 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

'Excuse me, did I say you could take my photo? You humans just take so many liberties, as if you own everything.' Not sure this #Scaly-BreastedLorikeet was keen on having his photo taken. 🤷‍♀️ Thanks Helen #BirdOfTheDay #BirdsInGreen #Birds #Australia

A Scaly-Breasted Lorikeet looks a little perturbed whilst sitting in the midst of a Bottle Brush tree. Surrounding the Lorikeet are red bottle flowers.

The Scaly-breasted Lorikeet is a small parrot native to eastern Australia. It is characterised by its vibrant green plumage with yellow scales, red beak, and red-orange eyes. This species is commonly found in coastal regions, ranging from Cape York in Queensland to Wollongong in New South Wales. They often hang out with the Rainbow Lorikeets.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 08/09/2026

This is my first ever piece of 'iambic pentameter' poetry. What a challenge. I've started learning the 'rhythm & metre' of poetry writing, so alien to me. I had to really work at finding the right words. Accompanied it with a strange piece of driftwood I came across. #Poetry #Poem #ECK #Ocean

The image is of a piece of long driftwood stuck into the sand. To me it looks like a crocodile like creature listening, or looking, out towards the ocean. In the background are breaking waves, with lots of white froth. A patch of white water, at the top left corner, has captured some of the morning light.

Text:

Ocean Might

The ocean sang a mesmerising song
Which even insentient beings heard
Come, rouse from slumber, heed the voice of might

© Aj d’Wit - 8 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 07/09/2026

Words often pop into my head and I let my pen (yes, most of my verses start with pen & paper) have its way. As with this piece. It ended not where I expected. I also included a photo of an #Echidna who came by one birthday to say g'day. #Verse #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #EastCoastCommunity #Australia

The photo accompanying this piece is of an Echidna. The Echidna is facing forward with its short snout. It is surrounded by greenery.

Info about the Echidna:

Echidnas, sometimes known as spiny anteaters, are quill-covered monotremes belonging to the family Tachyglossidae, living in Australia & New Guinea. The four extant species of echidnas & the platypus are the only living mammals that lay eggs and the only surviving members of the order Monotremata. The diet of some species consists of ants and termites, but they are not closely related to the American true anteaters or to hedgehogs.

They are shy creatures and would rather retreat than fight if disturbed. When frightened it will curl into a ball, with its snout and legs tucked beneath it and its sharp spines sticking out. It will wedge itself beneath rocks or burrow straight down into soft soil to escape predators such as dogs, eagles and dingos.

Like the platypus, the male echidna has a hollow spur on its back leg. While a male platypus can use this spur to inject poison into would-be attackers, echidnas do not have this ability.

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Borrowed

These words I pen, claim are mine, are no such thing, arrogant to think so, rather they are but borrowed words, entrusted to me to treat with care, arrange with dignity, offer to others with tenderness, so as to convey meaning, emotions, encourage beauty to enter the heart of another

’Tis it not similar to the earth we walk upon, inhabit, to think it belongs to one, or another, is that not also arrogance, the earth, nature and all its creatures, all its vegetation, is not yours, mine, rather each has been entrusted to humankind to treat with care, dignity and tenderness

Walk gently upon our shared earth, embrace nature and all her wonders as a borrowed treasure, one whose worth is without measure

Use and speak your words with benevolence, for once given cannot be returned, and their influence can either be inspiring, or malevolent

© Aj d’Wit - 7 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 06/09/2026

A little melancholic self reflection today, as I observe the changing of seasons outside my window. #ImageAndVerse #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #ChangingSeasons #Trees

The image accompanying this poem is a grayscale photo of the bare branches of the top of a large tree. Bare branches reach up from the bottom into a grey sky.

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The Nature of Changing

Outside that place, I call home,
I watch the wind courting you,
swaying your naked branches to and fro,
I have observed you many years,
as the seasons rotate,
I know spring is calling you to
clothe yourself once more in
bright green newness,
and I await your response

Within the waiting,
I too feel the call
to renewal, newness

yet my response
is undetermined,
not as cyclical
as your changing

© Aj d’Wit - 6 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

Now you know that I'm more of a sunrise photographer kind of girl, or just all round photographer. Well one morning a #White-BelliedSeaEagle wanted to get in on the action. Who am I to object? 😊 Oh to fly on wings as an Eagle. Alan's #BirdOfTheDay theme is: #InFlight Alt #Grounded #ECK #BOTD

A White-Bellied Sea Eagle is flying at the top of this photo with the rays of a new day behind it. Grey clouds traverse the sky, just above the horizon. Rain is falling at intervals. The ocean is a greenish colour.

Info about the Eagle: The White-bellied Sea Eagle is the second largest raptor found in Australia, they are a common sight in coastal and near coastal areas of Australia, including inland river systems.The White-bellied Sea Eagle has white on the head, rump and underparts and dark grey on the back and wings. In flight, the black flight feathers on the wings are easily seen when the bird is viewed from below. The large, hooked bill is grey with a darker tip, and the eye is dark brown. The legs and feet are cream-white, with long black talons (claws). The sexes are similar. As in other raptors (birds of prey), Males (2.5 kg – 3.7 kg) are slightly smaller than females (2.8 kg – 4.2 kg).The wingspan is about 1.8 m – 2 m. Young Sea Eagles are brown as juveniles then slowly resemble adults in a patchwork manner, acquiring complete adult plumage by their fourth year.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 05/09/2026

The day awoke called the dawn to herald a new beginning, who cast its red blanket upon the newly formed clouds, over the waters the ocean fell under its spell, unable to resist the majestic mantle, ... reflected the spectacle all await the next act #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #ECK #Sunrise #Dawn

Image: A red mackerel sky covers the top half, the horizon is a light amber colour, while the ocean waters reflect the red. Bottom half of the image shows numerous flat, rocky outcrops. Dawn - 5 September 2026

(Mackerel clouds indicate a change in the weather.)

Text:

The day awoke
called the dawn to
herald a new beginning,
who cast its red blanket
upon the newly formed clouds,
over the waters

the ocean fell under
its spell, unable to
resist the majestic mantle,
reflected the spectacle

all await the next act

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 04/09/2026

I have a very small file of bird photos, but somehow I can post what I have every now and then. You've seen my wondrous #KingParrot before, however, I did happen to get one of him snoozing. So I just make it again, thanks Helen. #BirdOfTheDay #BirdNaps Alt: #BrightAccents #ECK #Birds #Australia

An Australian King Parrot takes a nap. The Parrot has a bright red head, and body, with green wings. He has an orange beak, black eyes with a yellow trim around the eye. He is facing left and in sitting on a light brown tree branch. A patch of sunlight lights up his back. He's a relaxed fella. The background is a mix of out of focus tree trunks and a green fence

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 03/09/2026

Today I stumbled across a new word, well new to me, and immediately I fell in love with it ... Psithurism. It whispers off the tongue. Do look up its meaning. #BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP57 #September #poetry #poetryCommunity Word Prompt: Waiting Key #Psithurism #WhisperingWinds

The image accompanying this poem is of green Gum leaves with a few light coloured horizontal branches. I've played around with the photo, so it may seem a little strange. Trying to be artistic with my photos.

Text:

Sound of Wind

Do you hear it?
The sound of wind?

Wind has no sound of its own,
only heard when it
blows through things,
or, around things,
sometimes it blows soft,
oft with gusto,
other times as a gale

Yet, the sound of psithurism
is the most enchanting …
gentle winds whispering
through trees, rustling leaves,
inviting moments of reflection,
calm, muting the chaos,
the busyness stealing serenity

It’s sound is the waiting key,
which nature anticipates so to
strike up earth’s orchestra,
in the continuation of
the unfinished score
that is the story of who we are

© Aj d’Wit - 3 September 2026

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

The only white bird I have photos of is this #Sulphur-CrestedCockatoo who came to visit one afternoon with some sad news ... but that's another story. Think he'll do for Rob's #BirdOfTheDay theme: #ItsAllWhite (bird's main colour is white) #ECK #Australia #Birds #Joel'sStory

A big white bird sits on a backyard clothesline. The bird is all white, with a black beak, black eyes, a yellow crest, and pale yellow underparts on his tail feathers. He is facing left.

(The Sulphur-crested Cockatoo is a large white cockatoo. It has a dark grey-black bill, a distinctive sulphur-yellow crest and a yellow wash on the underside of the wings. Sexes are similar, although the female can be separated at close range by its red-brown eye (darker brown in the male). This is a noisy and conspicuous cockatoo, both at rest and in flight. Young Sulphur-crested Cockatoos resemble the adults.)

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 02/09/2026

The Lighthouse, that silent sentinel guarding seafarers from unseen dangers, watcher of changing seasons, witness to every sunrise, a sanctuary, the first lantern of defence to pierce the darkness #BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP57 #September #Poetry #PoetryCommunity #Verse #Sunrise Word Prompt: First Lantern

Image: A very red sunrise. Clouds of muted reds, orange and yellow fill the sky over a soft grey/blue ocean, and dark sand. On the left is a headland with a lighthouse atop. The light of the lighthouse is a very faint pinprick.

Text:

The Lighthouse,
that silent sentinel
guarding seafarers
from unseen dangers,
watcher of changing seasons,
witness to every sunrise,
a sanctuary,
the first lantern of defence
to pierce the darkness

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

'If I stay very still, she will think I am a Bottle Brush flower.' Nope, mister #ScarlettHoneyeater you can't hide from me. Alan's #BirdOfTheDay theme is: #FlowerPower any bird capture with a flower in view. (How about a bird trying to camouflage as a flower?) #ECK #I'mRunningOutOfBirdPhotos

A Scarlet Honeyeater in the middle of the photo, standing on a branch in a Bottle Brush tree. He is facing the left and there are numerous red Bottle Brush flowers around him. There are also green leaves and a blurred background of browns and greens.

The Scarlet Honeyeater, also known as the scarlet myzomela, is a small bird native to Australia, measuring about 9 to 11 cm in length. Males are bright red with black wings, while females are brown, and they primarily feed on nectar, fruit, and insects in forest habitats along the eastern coast of Australia.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

In Australia the 1st of September is National Wattle Day, where Aussies celebrate Australia, and what it is to be Australian. G'day to all Aussies, and all Aussies at heart. #BlueSkyPoetry #BSPP57 #OpenWindow Word Prompt: Open Window #Verse #Poetry #ECK #Prose #Wattle #WattleDay #Australia

The image accompanying this poem is of a Golden Wattle, the National Floral emblem of Australia. It is a glowing yellow coloured flowering tree/shrub made up of many tiny balls of golden yellow.

From the National Wattle Day website: Golden Wattle is a unifying symbol of Australia and Australians. There is no other symbol that says so much about what it takes to survive and thrive in this ancient land;

Wattles are Australian with great diversity (more than 1,077 described Acacia species) and resilience like our people;

Wattle welcomes the spring, and is among the first plants to regenerate after fire, reminding us of the importance of renewal as it paints our national colours across our landscapes; and

All wattles remind us of Australia and Australians.

Text:

Open Window

Through the open window
stale winter air is drawn
replaced by the freshness of spring

Through the open window
sounds of transition, drift
the worn, well-used, replaced

Through the open window
fragrances of awakening blooms
replace the damp of enclosure

Through the open window
what was, replaces what can be
an open window, a threshold moment

© Aj d’Wit - 1 September 2026
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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

To say that I love this fella, would be an understatement. The #KingParrot is just magical. For 30 minutes I had the pleasure of his company one fine afternoon. I do so miss my backyard and the many feathered ones who visited. (Miss my fella too.) Helen's #BirdOfTheDay is #BirdsUpClose #ECK #Birds

An Australian King Parrot sits on a tree branch, facing left. His red head is highlighted by dappled light. The background is green.

Male Australian King-Parrots are the only Australian parrots with a completely red head. Females are similar to males except that they have a completely green head and breast. Both sexes have a red belly and a green back, with green wings and a long green tail. King parrots are normally encountered in pairs or family groups.

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Aj d'Wit (Audrey) @audjde.bsky.social · 31/08/2026

Often I wish I could have control of some things ... but that may be a little disastrous. Well, a girl can daydream. #Verse #Prose #Poetry #ECK #AlwaysADreamer #ALittleWaffling

The image accompanying this piece of writing is of a golden sunrise. The gold sun is reflected in the clouds and shimmers on the ruffled ocean.

Text:

To Control Light

If I could control light,
I’d find every drop of water,
co-opt the sun, to
reflect through each one,
and fill every corner
of this earth
with rainbows

If I could control light,
I’d take the lambency from
the dawn and dusk,
bathe every mountain,
hill, forest, tree
in soft hues,
highlighting beauty
that would melt
the hardest of hearts

If I could control light,
I’d thread every cloud
with wisps of gold,
urge the sun to
create sparkling diamonds
on every surface of water,
so that the earth would
blink with unmatched splendour

If I could control light,
I’d soften the darkness,
empower the stars and planets,
to shimmer brighter,
so that none would fear
the night hours, rather
welcome its presence as
a returning friend

Yet, light is beyond
the control of one such as I,
so then when this
effulgent wonder works
it’s magic, I will pause,
allow it to wrap me
in its splendour,
acknowledging its gift

© Aj d’Wit - 31 August 2026

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