Early morning on Crooked Rise
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He slows and stops
when he tops the last hill,
switches off into
still, dense vapour, 
warm with eucalypt scent.

Below him fog streams 
down all the gullies, 
filling in the valley, rising
to strand hilltops like islands

in the great inland ocean
of Gondwanaland
returned.

He leans against a boulder
rounded by waves
a million years ago

as memories of rivers
pour as steam
into a dreaming sea.
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

~ Rumi
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Inland ocean later to become the Atlantic... thinking proto-reptiles, back before the continents broke their huddle and moved out to take their positions on the spherical field.  Which would leave Europe an archipelago of actual islands more millions later, inhabited by strange dwarf dinosaurs.  Fine, humid description.

(08-04-2018, 06:15 AM)just mercedes Wrote:  He slows and stops
when he tops the last hill,
switches off into
still, dense vapour, 
warm with eucalypt scent.

Below him fog streams 
down all the gullies, 
filling in the valley, rising
to strand hilltops like islands

in the great inland ocean
of Gondwanaland
returned.

He leans against a boulder
rounded by waves
a million years ago

as memories of rivers
pour as steam
into a dreaming sea.
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The poem builds up beautifully to that last strophe
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