This is the first of a series of monthly Newsletters featuring staff penned original poetry and prose.
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copyright Barry Stagg 1997
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TIDEWATER
On a dry oasis
In the middle of an urban desert
Sits a man
Used to hearing waves
Dash up against the shore.
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LANDWASH
Commune with the land
My sweet friend.
Feel the grey clouds
Mixed
With wet, green October grass.
Chilled currents of air
Sifting sodden breezes
Gently over the morning
Dullness
Of natural, inevitable
Progression.
Repetition.
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Feel in your chest,
The ache of union,
The wrenching sadness,
Recognition
Of your inevitable
Surrender
To the gravity
Of mortality.
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Sink ever so slowly
Into the earth.
Drift silently under the salty currents
Of home waters
Rising in waves,
Receiving the traveller,
Returned.