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West Sands, late afternoon in winter (Free verse) by Nicholas Jones I feel as if I am nowhere,
As if I am the space around my own body
And even that is barren.
The view out to the estaury
Reminds me of myself
And that I am barely here -
Just surrounded by
Sky beach and sea.
I look at my reflection
In the moving waters,
And laugh at the idea
Of jumping in after myself.
Up the ladder:
Apparently you missed the Memo
Down the ladder:
I've got the eaten my crustacean soulmate blues
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Posted: September 27, 2002 3:27 AM PDT; Last modified: September 27, 2002 3:27 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.9525743 Overall Rank: 1362 Comments:
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Christof @ 195.172.133.226
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27-Sep-02/3:40 AM
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This is your best yet. I love the idea of barely being there, just being a space defined by the environment around you. And you end it light-heartedly. Bonza. (but a typo - 'estuary' - don't worry about it).
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Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200
> Christof
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27-Sep-02/3:42 AM
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I actually wrote that poem years ago and just wrote it down from memory - it was a bit different originally, I think. I'm glad you like it. It specifically refers to the beach at St. Andrews, but I don't think you need to know that.
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Nicholas Jones @ 137.44.1.200
> Christof
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27-Sep-02/3:43 AM
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p.s. What does Bonza mean? I take it it's a good thing.
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Christof @ 195.172.133.226
> Nicholas Jones
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27-Sep-02/3:47 AM
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Yes, bonza's something I picked up from the many Australians I've worked with. It means smashing, super, great etc. I think this could be any estuary - ever been to Whitstable? Very similar effects can be achieved.
If more people would "jump in after themselves",they'd be a lot happier. Bravo.
Bonza dog do da band, i wouldn't go swimming at west sands. theres a problem you see with effluent tusks, especially when paddleing alone at dusk, they'd have you believe they stopped the ivory trade, and cleaned up the beaches for the tourist trade, but i've had words with SAS, who say little carvings can be found on every crest. So if you must go jumping at the end of day, just think on -it could end in a different way, choking to death on a discarded key, then old Bryn Terfel will not sing Min y Mor for thy.
I don't understand your comment, but thanks anyway. By the way, it's 'The Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band', I think. They were bloody good. 'Yes I kiss her perfumed hair / But she's not there / The sweet essence of giraffe'. Things don't get much better than that.
Yeah but Bonza was needed cause i like the last bit of your poem
Strangely comforting for such a desolate vision. Must be the water.??
This is simple but not simplistic.
aren't we all nowhere and nothing and at the same time, everywhere and everything? Brilliant Paradox!
It's deep down there, very deep. 10!
don't! the fish haven't eaten, and sadly do to the drought the water's only 6 inches deep.t
Hee hee hee
Ho Ho Ho(well it is nearly Christmas)
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