Startle’s reflex

Floating quiet on my back,

lazy in the Caribbean sway.

Seabirds swooping in the wind above me.

Breezes playful seem so sweet,

as the endless waves wash upon me

and the salt sits on my tongue.


In a moment, startle’s reflex!


My hand slaps this squishy host.

Now my quiet erupts with splashing

and I turn to face this shock.

Clear, transparent, round and panicked –

frantic fear from me the threat!

In a moment things have context

and I smile with some relief.

Stilled and curious, I settle freshly

as life weaves new memory’s trace.

Author – Bill Tidsbury


Seeing fresh

Young girl scowls- she is so bored

as boat plows on so endlessly.

Shifts can come so quietly

when someone helps to shift our gaze.

Blind and sleepy boredom jolts awake

with creative spark’s awakening flare.

Light it dances on the waves.

Coral seas paint randomly.

Colours flow beneath the bow,

while up above, tern’s antics sing such joy.

Mysterious cays emerge in mist –

the feeling’s like she’s caught in dreams!

Eyes – they’ve opened and they’ve seen.



life’s peculiar grace sings in harmony.

Girl’s eyes sparkle as if alive!

T’is only beauty’s awakening

within her natural form.


Seeing fresh’s a gift!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Ocean storm

Curtains shift and sway on nature’s window frame.

Darkness looms, sweet scents thicken;

breezes ruffle the ocean waves

as sunshine is snatched by storm.

Sheets of rain grace cloud’s fringe

as turmoil roils within its heart.

Suddenly, violently, the launch is slammed.

Downpour rages to sweep us from the sea.

Spontaneously, it would seem, we ride upon a glassy sea!

Winds lulled and memory stirs as if in a dream.

Vastness once again unruffled

as white wake unrolls behind us now

with startling vibrancy!

Author – Bill Tidsbury