The Stagg News Letter

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November 1997 Newsletter

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.


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