L is for Liaison

lost in the quiet noise, the water rolls

over the sand, rocking the minute

grains in an ancient lullaby, as the

ocean croons its whispered melody a

path revels in the revealing,

haphazard, wild, unrestrained,

imperfect perfection

leads me to the place my heart

expects

Liaison (noun)

  1. communication, Communication between two parties or groups.
  2. Co-operation, working together.
  3. A relayer of information between two forces in an army or during war.
  4. A tryst, romantic meeting.
  5. (figurative) An illicit sexual relationship or affair.

Translations: Etymology: From French, liaison “binding”, from ligatio (stem ligation-), derived from ligare “to bind”.

My post for ABC Wednesday

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Author: Jo Bryant

I was born in the land of Banjo Paterson, gum trees, and weather extremes. I am a freelance writer. I live in the Bay of Plenty, New Zealand, but still like to claim my Australian heritage. I graduated with a Bachelor of Communications in 2008. I am writing my first novel. I love to write poetry, short stories, and also write for the web. And there is nothing that is on a par with a sunny summer's day spent at Waihi Beach.

34 thoughts on “L is for Liaison”

  1. Minute/time…minute/little…at first I was thinking of grains of sand in an hour glass; my brain is really tired…if there’s minute grains, are there hour grains? Never mind me….it is a lovely poem.

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  2. I associate liaison with a liaison officer at work who forgot to do her job and got me stuck in another country for 3 days. By the way when I typed liason (exactly the way it appears on your title) a red zigzag appeared under it. Is it just the computer or was the spelling deliberate on your part… just wondering.

    Nice poem: “ancient lullaby” and “revels in the revealing” are my favorites.

    – Hazel

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    1. No – that was an oopsie on my part – now hastily rectified. Thanks for pointing it out.
      Thanks Hazel – glad you found something other than an error in it as well.
      😉

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  3. I think I’ve been to the Bay of Plenty. Isn’t that it on the top eastern side of the North Island. Only been to New Zealand once . I was fascinated by the fields of deer and couldn’t imagine how the farmer kept them in the field. Great ‘L’s

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    1. Hi John,
      Thank you for saying that my poems inspire you – that is such a wonderful thing to hear. 🙂
      I think you should write more poems too – the world needs more poems !!

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