Audrey de Witte
@audjde.bsky.social
'Write! Write!' The insistent voice whispered .. so I write.
I'm a 'wordsmith' rather than a poet.
Australia is my home. Fryslân (Netherlands) holds a big part of my heart.
All words and photos are mine, unless otherwise stated. No AI used. 🇦🇺🌷
I'm a 'wordsmith' rather than a poet.
Australia is my home. Fryslân (Netherlands) holds a big part of my heart.
All words and photos are mine, unless otherwise stated. No AI used. 🇦🇺🌷
The creating process can have its surprises. I'd been sitting with these words for a few days, suddenly this morning it kind of finished itself. When I then thought of a photo to complete it, this one came to me. I'd been sitting with this photo for a month or so. The ALT text will tell more.
November 14, 2025 at 2:58 AM
The creating process can have its surprises. I'd been sitting with these words for a few days, suddenly this morning it kind of finished itself. When I then thought of a photo to complete it, this one came to me. I'd been sitting with this photo for a month or so. The ALT text will tell more.
To some, it appears I am lost …
I move not in the direction
the majority move,
I view my surroundings
through different lenses,
I listen for that which is
often overlooked, disregarded
I am not lost …
I’m just not where you are,
or, think I should be
#Poem #Poetry #EastCoastKin #Lost #NotLost
I move not in the direction
the majority move,
I view my surroundings
through different lenses,
I listen for that which is
often overlooked, disregarded
I am not lost …
I’m just not where you are,
or, think I should be
#Poem #Poetry #EastCoastKin #Lost #NotLost
November 13, 2025 at 12:00 AM
To some, it appears I am lost …
I move not in the direction
the majority move,
I view my surroundings
through different lenses,
I listen for that which is
often overlooked, disregarded
I am not lost …
I’m just not where you are,
or, think I should be
#Poem #Poetry #EastCoastKin #Lost #NotLost
I move not in the direction
the majority move,
I view my surroundings
through different lenses,
I listen for that which is
often overlooked, disregarded
I am not lost …
I’m just not where you are,
or, think I should be
#Poem #Poetry #EastCoastKin #Lost #NotLost
Thanks Sophie. They are amazing birds. Here is another photo of the 'Captain', Well I named him the Captain, he certainly looked in charged. 😉😂
November 12, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Thanks Sophie. They are amazing birds. Here is another photo of the 'Captain', Well I named him the Captain, he certainly looked in charged. 😉😂
Okay here goes for #BirdOfTheDay. These fellas got tired of #paddling and decided to hijack a boat to get things going a little faster. Okay, okay ... I accept disqualification ... but this is one of my favourite photos. Don't normally photograph birds. Still giggle at this one.
November 12, 2025 at 8:31 AM
Okay here goes for #BirdOfTheDay. These fellas got tired of #paddling and decided to hijack a boat to get things going a little faster. Okay, okay ... I accept disqualification ... but this is one of my favourite photos. Don't normally photograph birds. Still giggle at this one.
November 12, 2025 at 1:31 AM
O Spring, my Spring
your fickle nature
has become all
too known
Winter struggles
to let go, plunging
days back into his
cool embrace, while
Summer is too
eager to impose
her heat
O Spring, caught
in a tug-o-war
between Winter
and Summer
#EastCoastKin #Spring #Verse #Poetry
your fickle nature
has become all
too known
Winter struggles
to let go, plunging
days back into his
cool embrace, while
Summer is too
eager to impose
her heat
O Spring, caught
in a tug-o-war
between Winter
and Summer
#EastCoastKin #Spring #Verse #Poetry
November 10, 2025 at 9:52 PM
O Spring, my Spring
your fickle nature
has become all
too known
Winter struggles
to let go, plunging
days back into his
cool embrace, while
Summer is too
eager to impose
her heat
O Spring, caught
in a tug-o-war
between Winter
and Summer
#EastCoastKin #Spring #Verse #Poetry
your fickle nature
has become all
too known
Winter struggles
to let go, plunging
days back into his
cool embrace, while
Summer is too
eager to impose
her heat
O Spring, caught
in a tug-o-war
between Winter
and Summer
#EastCoastKin #Spring #Verse #Poetry
The clouds, they seek
to please none,
they merely delight in
the freedom of being
their created purpose,
they measure not their worth
against expectations,
they dance in wonder
and creativity,
in doing so
astound and delight us
#EastCoastKin
to please none,
they merely delight in
the freedom of being
their created purpose,
they measure not their worth
against expectations,
they dance in wonder
and creativity,
in doing so
astound and delight us
#EastCoastKin
November 10, 2025 at 12:14 AM
The clouds, they seek
to please none,
they merely delight in
the freedom of being
their created purpose,
they measure not their worth
against expectations,
they dance in wonder
and creativity,
in doing so
astound and delight us
#EastCoastKin
to please none,
they merely delight in
the freedom of being
their created purpose,
they measure not their worth
against expectations,
they dance in wonder
and creativity,
in doing so
astound and delight us
#EastCoastKin
You, who have stood
year on year,
recording within your rings
the history of changing times
You who take in our toxins,
return life-giving oxygen
Consigned to a museum,
your reign is ending,
earth’s balance tilts a little
more toward destruction.
Oh, my fellow beings,
do you not yet understand?
year on year,
recording within your rings
the history of changing times
You who take in our toxins,
return life-giving oxygen
Consigned to a museum,
your reign is ending,
earth’s balance tilts a little
more toward destruction.
Oh, my fellow beings,
do you not yet understand?
November 9, 2025 at 12:38 AM
You, who have stood
year on year,
recording within your rings
the history of changing times
You who take in our toxins,
return life-giving oxygen
Consigned to a museum,
your reign is ending,
earth’s balance tilts a little
more toward destruction.
Oh, my fellow beings,
do you not yet understand?
year on year,
recording within your rings
the history of changing times
You who take in our toxins,
return life-giving oxygen
Consigned to a museum,
your reign is ending,
earth’s balance tilts a little
more toward destruction.
Oh, my fellow beings,
do you not yet understand?
The story of us ended …
One tear at a time
One exhausted body
One anguished scream
One silent cry
One last regret
One extinguished heart beat
…and a million,
million memories entwined
so that pieces of you
inhabit every breath
yet to be breathed.
Our story ended
yet it can never be erased.
One tear at a time
One exhausted body
One anguished scream
One silent cry
One last regret
One extinguished heart beat
…and a million,
million memories entwined
so that pieces of you
inhabit every breath
yet to be breathed.
Our story ended
yet it can never be erased.
November 7, 2025 at 9:55 PM
The story of us ended …
One tear at a time
One exhausted body
One anguished scream
One silent cry
One last regret
One extinguished heart beat
…and a million,
million memories entwined
so that pieces of you
inhabit every breath
yet to be breathed.
Our story ended
yet it can never be erased.
One tear at a time
One exhausted body
One anguished scream
One silent cry
One last regret
One extinguished heart beat
…and a million,
million memories entwined
so that pieces of you
inhabit every breath
yet to be breathed.
Our story ended
yet it can never be erased.
Upon a fence, unnoticed by most
you climb, entwine, shine
in your fine spring greenery
Your edges so exquisitely sculpted
lines designed … just so
Your delicate pattern … divine
replicated over and again
What wonder is this
so simple, defined,
yet so extra-ordinary?
I see you - you are sublime
you climb, entwine, shine
in your fine spring greenery
Your edges so exquisitely sculpted
lines designed … just so
Your delicate pattern … divine
replicated over and again
What wonder is this
so simple, defined,
yet so extra-ordinary?
I see you - you are sublime
November 7, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Upon a fence, unnoticed by most
you climb, entwine, shine
in your fine spring greenery
Your edges so exquisitely sculpted
lines designed … just so
Your delicate pattern … divine
replicated over and again
What wonder is this
so simple, defined,
yet so extra-ordinary?
I see you - you are sublime
you climb, entwine, shine
in your fine spring greenery
Your edges so exquisitely sculpted
lines designed … just so
Your delicate pattern … divine
replicated over and again
What wonder is this
so simple, defined,
yet so extra-ordinary?
I see you - you are sublime
Ah my feathered friend
do you feel it too
as together we witness
the genesis of a new day
.. time as yet, unwritten
… vacant moments to be filled
…. memories awaiting their stories
….. love yet not conceived
…… grief soon to be gifted?
But not just yet … let us simply ‘be’ a while longer
do you feel it too
as together we witness
the genesis of a new day
.. time as yet, unwritten
… vacant moments to be filled
…. memories awaiting their stories
….. love yet not conceived
…… grief soon to be gifted?
But not just yet … let us simply ‘be’ a while longer
November 5, 2025 at 11:56 PM
Ah my feathered friend
do you feel it too
as together we witness
the genesis of a new day
.. time as yet, unwritten
… vacant moments to be filled
…. memories awaiting their stories
….. love yet not conceived
…… grief soon to be gifted?
But not just yet … let us simply ‘be’ a while longer
do you feel it too
as together we witness
the genesis of a new day
.. time as yet, unwritten
… vacant moments to be filled
…. memories awaiting their stories
….. love yet not conceived
…… grief soon to be gifted?
But not just yet … let us simply ‘be’ a while longer
It started with a single note,
clear, strong, pitch perfect
The dawn began the song
serenaded the sun to rise
the moon to set
the earth to spin
the oceans to move
the clouds to form, reform
Join the song of nature
the chorus of humanity
your part was destined ...
we all have a voice
#EastCoastKin
clear, strong, pitch perfect
The dawn began the song
serenaded the sun to rise
the moon to set
the earth to spin
the oceans to move
the clouds to form, reform
Join the song of nature
the chorus of humanity
your part was destined ...
we all have a voice
#EastCoastKin
November 5, 2025 at 12:03 AM
It started with a single note,
clear, strong, pitch perfect
The dawn began the song
serenaded the sun to rise
the moon to set
the earth to spin
the oceans to move
the clouds to form, reform
Join the song of nature
the chorus of humanity
your part was destined ...
we all have a voice
#EastCoastKin
clear, strong, pitch perfect
The dawn began the song
serenaded the sun to rise
the moon to set
the earth to spin
the oceans to move
the clouds to form, reform
Join the song of nature
the chorus of humanity
your part was destined ...
we all have a voice
#EastCoastKin
The face on my bench top
appeared mysteriously
gazing upon me surreptitiously.
‘Oh my, whence did you emanate
peering at me imperiously,
do I take you seriously?’
Not a murmur, not a sound,
staring at each other curiously,
until I wiped the bench, gloriously.
(A little nonsense once more 😊)
appeared mysteriously
gazing upon me surreptitiously.
‘Oh my, whence did you emanate
peering at me imperiously,
do I take you seriously?’
Not a murmur, not a sound,
staring at each other curiously,
until I wiped the bench, gloriously.
(A little nonsense once more 😊)
November 4, 2025 at 12:41 AM
The face on my bench top
appeared mysteriously
gazing upon me surreptitiously.
‘Oh my, whence did you emanate
peering at me imperiously,
do I take you seriously?’
Not a murmur, not a sound,
staring at each other curiously,
until I wiped the bench, gloriously.
(A little nonsense once more 😊)
appeared mysteriously
gazing upon me surreptitiously.
‘Oh my, whence did you emanate
peering at me imperiously,
do I take you seriously?’
Not a murmur, not a sound,
staring at each other curiously,
until I wiped the bench, gloriously.
(A little nonsense once more 😊)
You've boxed me
defined, confined, assigned me
within the lines, shape
you think I should be
the one you have
constructed to your liking
Your eyes are blinded to the
reality of my personality
I escaped long ago
Boxes, categories, prejudices
cannot contain the me that I am
I live in the beyond
defined, confined, assigned me
within the lines, shape
you think I should be
the one you have
constructed to your liking
Your eyes are blinded to the
reality of my personality
I escaped long ago
Boxes, categories, prejudices
cannot contain the me that I am
I live in the beyond
November 2, 2025 at 11:38 PM
You've boxed me
defined, confined, assigned me
within the lines, shape
you think I should be
the one you have
constructed to your liking
Your eyes are blinded to the
reality of my personality
I escaped long ago
Boxes, categories, prejudices
cannot contain the me that I am
I live in the beyond
defined, confined, assigned me
within the lines, shape
you think I should be
the one you have
constructed to your liking
Your eyes are blinded to the
reality of my personality
I escaped long ago
Boxes, categories, prejudices
cannot contain the me that I am
I live in the beyond
Down the road, at a café I sometimes visit, I'm intrigued by the tables. They are so worn, and scruffy. However, I like them too, as they remind me that thousands of others have sat here before me, and of course my curiosity begins to wander. Hence the creation of this combination of words.
November 1, 2025 at 11:29 PM
Down the road, at a café I sometimes visit, I'm intrigued by the tables. They are so worn, and scruffy. However, I like them too, as they remind me that thousands of others have sat here before me, and of course my curiosity begins to wander. Hence the creation of this combination of words.
Where am I?
I know I am here physically,
feet upon the ground beneath,
body taking in air, nourishment.
But where am I?
Am I living,
or, am I only alive?
Life is not waiting for me
to make some kind of
profound impact,
life cares less if I breathe, or not.
Where I am, who I am
only I can answer.
I know I am here physically,
feet upon the ground beneath,
body taking in air, nourishment.
But where am I?
Am I living,
or, am I only alive?
Life is not waiting for me
to make some kind of
profound impact,
life cares less if I breathe, or not.
Where I am, who I am
only I can answer.
November 1, 2025 at 2:53 AM
Where am I?
I know I am here physically,
feet upon the ground beneath,
body taking in air, nourishment.
But where am I?
Am I living,
or, am I only alive?
Life is not waiting for me
to make some kind of
profound impact,
life cares less if I breathe, or not.
Where I am, who I am
only I can answer.
I know I am here physically,
feet upon the ground beneath,
body taking in air, nourishment.
But where am I?
Am I living,
or, am I only alive?
Life is not waiting for me
to make some kind of
profound impact,
life cares less if I breathe, or not.
Where I am, who I am
only I can answer.
The 300 character limit here is always a challenge for my writing, a good one at times. However, many of my poems are longer than what I post. This is for @alan678.bsky.social it is the longer version of what I posted earlier today.
Wonder of Nature
Wonder of Nature
October 31, 2025 at 8:23 AM
The 300 character limit here is always a challenge for my writing, a good one at times. However, many of my poems are longer than what I post. This is for @alan678.bsky.social it is the longer version of what I posted earlier today.
Wonder of Nature
Wonder of Nature
Within you …
galaxies are
... yet to be discovered
endless possibilities
... yet to be realised
beauty defying description
... yet to be revealed
All within you … a wonder of nature
Never doubt ... the you, you are
the you, you are becoming
#Sunrise #WonderOfNature
galaxies are
... yet to be discovered
endless possibilities
... yet to be realised
beauty defying description
... yet to be revealed
All within you … a wonder of nature
Never doubt ... the you, you are
the you, you are becoming
#Sunrise #WonderOfNature
October 31, 2025 at 12:04 AM
Within you …
galaxies are
... yet to be discovered
endless possibilities
... yet to be realised
beauty defying description
... yet to be revealed
All within you … a wonder of nature
Never doubt ... the you, you are
the you, you are becoming
#Sunrise #WonderOfNature
galaxies are
... yet to be discovered
endless possibilities
... yet to be realised
beauty defying description
... yet to be revealed
All within you … a wonder of nature
Never doubt ... the you, you are
the you, you are becoming
#Sunrise #WonderOfNature
Tenderly, as a mother to an infant
the sun awakened a new day,
with a blushing dawn,
soft, feather-like, breeze-kisses.
gently rolling waves,
a forever, pale blue sky
Breathe the air
breathe the newness
breathe in endless possibilities
your day is yet to be written
the sun awakened a new day,
with a blushing dawn,
soft, feather-like, breeze-kisses.
gently rolling waves,
a forever, pale blue sky
Breathe the air
breathe the newness
breathe in endless possibilities
your day is yet to be written
October 30, 2025 at 12:30 AM
Tenderly, as a mother to an infant
the sun awakened a new day,
with a blushing dawn,
soft, feather-like, breeze-kisses.
gently rolling waves,
a forever, pale blue sky
Breathe the air
breathe the newness
breathe in endless possibilities
your day is yet to be written
the sun awakened a new day,
with a blushing dawn,
soft, feather-like, breeze-kisses.
gently rolling waves,
a forever, pale blue sky
Breathe the air
breathe the newness
breathe in endless possibilities
your day is yet to be written
I suppose they meant no harm
when I was taken from my forest
nailed here upon a wall …
yet I long for my companions,
to whisper on the dawn air
to gossip of the mighty ones
to reminisce at dusk
to share the wisdom of aeons
to shelter those seeking protection
Do you see that
as you gaze upon me now?
when I was taken from my forest
nailed here upon a wall …
yet I long for my companions,
to whisper on the dawn air
to gossip of the mighty ones
to reminisce at dusk
to share the wisdom of aeons
to shelter those seeking protection
Do you see that
as you gaze upon me now?
October 29, 2025 at 1:53 AM
I suppose they meant no harm
when I was taken from my forest
nailed here upon a wall …
yet I long for my companions,
to whisper on the dawn air
to gossip of the mighty ones
to reminisce at dusk
to share the wisdom of aeons
to shelter those seeking protection
Do you see that
as you gaze upon me now?
when I was taken from my forest
nailed here upon a wall …
yet I long for my companions,
to whisper on the dawn air
to gossip of the mighty ones
to reminisce at dusk
to share the wisdom of aeons
to shelter those seeking protection
Do you see that
as you gaze upon me now?
A simple wish in an increasingly fragmented world, unrecognisable world.
October 28, 2025 at 4:06 AM
A simple wish in an increasingly fragmented world, unrecognisable world.
Generosity glows
like the genesis of a new day
it gives graciously in gratitude
never expecting
grandiose gestures
in return,
it simply gifts itself
out of pure goodness
May generosity gently guide you
and grant you graciousness
(I got a little stuck on 'g' words 🙄😊)
like the genesis of a new day
it gives graciously in gratitude
never expecting
grandiose gestures
in return,
it simply gifts itself
out of pure goodness
May generosity gently guide you
and grant you graciousness
(I got a little stuck on 'g' words 🙄😊)
October 27, 2025 at 2:21 AM
Generosity glows
like the genesis of a new day
it gives graciously in gratitude
never expecting
grandiose gestures
in return,
it simply gifts itself
out of pure goodness
May generosity gently guide you
and grant you graciousness
(I got a little stuck on 'g' words 🙄😊)
like the genesis of a new day
it gives graciously in gratitude
never expecting
grandiose gestures
in return,
it simply gifts itself
out of pure goodness
May generosity gently guide you
and grant you graciousness
(I got a little stuck on 'g' words 🙄😊)
Love sees not differences
… rather is in awe of possibilities
Love hears not negativity
… rather only those things that will uplift
Love speaks not demeaningly
… rather it utters only encouragement
Love is not blind, nor delusional,
rather it seeks what could be
until its power can make it so
… rather is in awe of possibilities
Love hears not negativity
… rather only those things that will uplift
Love speaks not demeaningly
… rather it utters only encouragement
Love is not blind, nor delusional,
rather it seeks what could be
until its power can make it so
October 26, 2025 at 2:29 AM
Love sees not differences
… rather is in awe of possibilities
Love hears not negativity
… rather only those things that will uplift
Love speaks not demeaningly
… rather it utters only encouragement
Love is not blind, nor delusional,
rather it seeks what could be
until its power can make it so
… rather is in awe of possibilities
Love hears not negativity
… rather only those things that will uplift
Love speaks not demeaningly
… rather it utters only encouragement
Love is not blind, nor delusional,
rather it seeks what could be
until its power can make it so
Alongside grief, sits sorrow, they are companions ... not always comfortable ones, however, they have come to know the way of each other.
When we grieve, for whatever kind of loss, sorrow comes to live with us. In your grieving journey may you come to understand the gentleness of sorrow.
#Sorrow
When we grieve, for whatever kind of loss, sorrow comes to live with us. In your grieving journey may you come to understand the gentleness of sorrow.
#Sorrow
October 24, 2025 at 8:57 PM
Alongside grief, sits sorrow, they are companions ... not always comfortable ones, however, they have come to know the way of each other.
When we grieve, for whatever kind of loss, sorrow comes to live with us. In your grieving journey may you come to understand the gentleness of sorrow.
#Sorrow
When we grieve, for whatever kind of loss, sorrow comes to live with us. In your grieving journey may you come to understand the gentleness of sorrow.
#Sorrow
(And sometimes I spout nonsense 😊)
I wish I knew a little more
of what I didn’t know,
so that I would have an
inkling about what all those
who think they know it all
we’re on about,
and could at least
understand somewhat
those who know
absolutely nothing
Oh for the gaining of wisdom
I wish I knew a little more
of what I didn’t know,
so that I would have an
inkling about what all those
who think they know it all
we’re on about,
and could at least
understand somewhat
those who know
absolutely nothing
Oh for the gaining of wisdom
October 24, 2025 at 12:01 AM
(And sometimes I spout nonsense 😊)
I wish I knew a little more
of what I didn’t know,
so that I would have an
inkling about what all those
who think they know it all
we’re on about,
and could at least
understand somewhat
those who know
absolutely nothing
Oh for the gaining of wisdom
I wish I knew a little more
of what I didn’t know,
so that I would have an
inkling about what all those
who think they know it all
we’re on about,
and could at least
understand somewhat
those who know
absolutely nothing
Oh for the gaining of wisdom