Oh God of it all
How I adore these days
Where there is Sun and Wind and freshness
And it blows and fills and flows through England
And my soul
Yet it is not cold
Everything is alive, and I am rich and high and loose...
My thoughts are blown; they blow back to you;
Your smudgy warmth; your body
Bearing down, taking it up... and out of me,
Giving yourself up, out through me
To make me free; to kill me greatly;
To kill you greatly...
Deep inside our worlds for minutes, rhythmical...
Here and now, we clamber back and drift
Along the walls where we are walled in dryly,
So to work and give out more again
Of focus and of forging through our strength of will what drives
The next wind back
Towards the world's wild overflowing...
Some blue beyond perhaps as bright and tall
As here...
where I'm all... breathed out...
...Where I breathe in again....
...
But whatever I - that I may be - shall one day, it hardly seems,
Be lost and dead and drowned...
No longer strong to breathe this strength in anymore.
...
....Gathered on This Beach....
poems & perspectives for a converging world
Dedication
for my family
their love & support gave me a great space to explore
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
