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Greetings fellow browsers and site members. Having read through the posts "hell bent" it would seem that many are fed up with the war business at the moment so I offer you a poem on a totally unrelated subject. I do not recall posting this on the Sony board so if I have duplicated, please forgive my memory lapse. This was written one autumn at the shores of the southern ocean (Waitpinga beach).

The Forge Of Dusk.

Barefoot, following in the tracks of gulls
Along the coarse granitic sand, we stroll.
Invigorated by the currents of ozone
Mixing with pungent maritime aromas.

Restless swells march relentlessly towards the shore
And rear up to collapse into a booming white foam.
Out beyond the breakers, the grey green sea
Mirrors the overcast sky of an approaching front.

Mild autumnal zephyrs caressing hair and skin
Lift a fine spray from the crests of the breaking swells.
While out on the horizon, streaks of grey moisture
Brushed from the sky hail the approach of rain showers.

Beyond the far end of the beach, along the distant coast
Where great slumbering beasts of headlands jut into the sea,
The forge of dusk glows with its golden scarlet fire
Igniting the swept sky with an alien cosmic light.

Fine reflective tongues of colour flash and ripple
Along the mirrored edge of the quicksilver beach,
Appearing and fading with the advance and retreat
Of the spent surf licking at the damp sand.

Gazing in wonder at the brilliant sky and the dimming landscape,
My senses drink in the sensual feast of the moment.
The peace and stillness of the evening- roaring in my ears
As my eyes seek to comprehend the fullness of sublime grace.

Somwhere far away, another planet revolves about another star
And some other sentient creature squats on a sandy dune
Or rocky cliff and ponders the possibilities that may exist
Out beyond the reach of one's perception.

(c) J.W. 2000.

Regards,

Hi Witty
Good to see you on the board
like your poem
someone, somewhere is writing a similar message in the universe right now as well......................
How are things going for you?
Best regards.................Georges

Hi George, glad you like the poem. Came from one of those rare tranquil moments in life when the demands of the world were set aside for a day; wandering the landscape with some friends.
Life is V. busy for me these days and I still have been unable to set aside time for studio work. Have more than enough material for a couple of CDs but other duties are more pressing. The music business keeps us gigging and the muse to write revisits. Our region had a poetry festival a few weeks ago and much of the local red was drunk by all in quantity.

Cheers,

Hey witty your influence reaches across the continents
i am drinking some red Jackdaw Ridge from your famous land
your poem is beautiful and evocative of the senses
you are a true ambassador of your land
the wine is dry but aromatic
My best regards to you, friend
Please keep up the music
I await your next offering......................?
georges

Georges, I am not familiar with the Jackdaw Ridge. Does the label indicate from whence its origin, state, region etc.? Glad to see you are indulging something of a red colour.
Ambassador? Now we could really pursue this one! If you would like some truly superb Oz wine I could help with the research and export. As you know I work in the vineyards here at one of the world's premium shiraz (syrah) regions.
The music is improving cconsistently and a few of the more recent songs I feel are the best of my work to date. Alas no time to do the studio work they deserve. The didgeridu features less these days but contributions from the duo partner are invaluable.
Cheers,