My mind is awash of thought
as breaker after breaker foam up
and caress the beach at sunset
Behind me clumps of quartz
rock ablaze in orange & yellow
hues the familiar becoming strange
The colours now rapidly changing
the textures red the sounds symphonic
the sky interconnected with open sea
We lie in the sand holding each other
the suns illuminating the crests of our
doubts becoming apparent time splintering
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We return to our tent site. I use a solid
cut of oak from the woodpile to hammer
the bent steel pegs into the hardened earth.
George Anderson, Australia
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George Anderson was born in Montreal and presently lives in Wollongong, Australia. He has published over 250 poems in mainstream and alternative magazines in several countries over the last five years. He edits the student poetry journal Ephemeral now in its fifth edition.
Beautiful.
I really love the atmosphere of this poem.
It's a lovely poem by an adopted Aussie but I can't find a link to his site to read more. Oh well,
Thanks Mandy
Paul - if there's no link it generally means there's no site to link to... sorry!
More links to my work can be found on my blog Bold Monkey.
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