‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of 50 Poems, Articles and Essays

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WAVES

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Countless, phosphorous, rushing

and over the smooth stones, they fall

Overlapping earth boundaries

wearing at the harsh edge of form

Gathering, shaping, smoothing

destinies, times mementos

Here they lift, there they fail

each one a measured throw

A dancing, cavorting, riderless bay

clothed in silver foam

and garlands of spray

Magnificent for a brief, fleeting moment

then back into the hapless,

shapeless eddy

Drawing circles, describing outline

shape and semblance

To what otherwise would be

only mauve history and uncertainty

What is today but a collection

of faded, picture postcards?

Mounted, framed and collected

for a future generation

Who may study the serious

tale they tell or maybe none the wiser

Only fools who rush and sweat

with no thought or remedy

no system of retrieval

But caught here in the time warp

of eternal messengers relay

The grey waters riders blossom

glisten and thunder

Not just mentioning the tale

but positively shouting

to the earth’s receding outline

Here I am and have been

always ‘Ever and Sure’

Give me your attention

and let me speak to

your next shallow generation

O’ tireless, disarmed and eager

your army marches on

Wave upon wave

upon endless wave.

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writtenbyedenbray26.05.1990

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#Authors Note ~ This a poem I wrote in 1990. It’s a kind of techno-poem written at a time when my eternal view and my worldview were merging pretty well I feel. I suppose it’s a kind of ‘hybrid’ – fusing modern nature with future hope and centred on that almost eternal quality that crashing waves on stones hold in their grasp.

I have decided to archive my past poems on this site so that my children and my grandchildren and friends might hopefully find them and read them, for you never know when ‘your wave’ is coming. ~  Original Note written     jjuedenbray21.04.2018

#edenbraytoday – I wrote this Poem almost 30 years ago when I was 39 years old. The waves of the sea still have that relentless, ongoing, eternal quality. I have always been fascinated by them and I guess this is what this poem is about. Our world is sick right now and even I find these words refreshing and so full of hope and optimism. As previously stated, many of my Post Corvid-19 poems fit right in nowadays that we are in lockdown, myself now since 5 weeks!