Tag Archive: Monkey Mia


Lament of Discontent

I wrote this poem back in 2000.  It is tongue in cheek humour, that I carry with me readily…. I believe we need to have a good old laugh at ourselves sometimes; particularly when feeling sorry for oneself for very little reason!  I do it regularly, and go back to this poem for regular visits, to give myself a good kick in the pants!  This photo I took of the pelican at Monkey Mia about six months ago seems rather apt!  He or she was rather stroppy with me for getting a little too close, and pretty much chucked a sad at me!  I found it rather hilarious, to say the least!

Lament of Discontent

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Solitude

We have been away for the weekend, enjoying some time with our son, daughter inlaw and little grandson in Melbourne (which happens to be on the other side of Australia).  I enjoyed the chaos and noise that a young household bring; but am looking forward to some alone time, to thank our creator for everything He has done for us and given to us graciously.

The photo I have linked to my latest poem was taken, once again, in Monkey Mia, Northern Western Australia.  The Dolphin Beach Resort we stayed at had resident wild emus roaming the grounds.  The resort is a caravan park with areas for tents, caravans and campers and there are  chalets on the beach front.  The emus love roaming along the beach, so do the pelicans.  The wildlife are amazing, I so enjoyed the nature in this serene place.  Solitude beckoned, I answered….

Solitude

Love in any language

I just wrote this poem and set it on a photo Paul (the love of my life, besides our children) took at Monkey Mia. This lovely dolphin and her calf came swimming beside the catamaran, the little one began practicing his/her leaps and somersaults over Mama and in front of the boat. It was rather surreal and wonderful all at the same time.  Paul attempted to get a photo of the leaping calf, but only managed a far off one, so this is the best we have.  The poem depicts Motherhood, the way I’m feeling, letting go of our young ones (the youngest almost 19 now); watching them stumble and pick themselves up; then watching the light go in their eyes. Experiences bring….. should I not say it? ‘EXPERIENCE’….. With experience comes scarring of some sort.  Scars are personal, thus forming a character all of their own.  There is a female dolphin who made herself known to the locals around the Shark Bay area. She is rather old in dolphin terms, and has a  large chunk taken from her back and part of her fin missing from a Great White Shark attack (a common predator around Shark Bay).  the scar has healed, but it is quite prominent, and tourists can see it from shore when she comes in close.

Love in any language