Dorset Coastal Ramble

Dorset Coastal Ramble

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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A good day out...

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Dorset Coastal Ramble




A mesmerizing psyche overwhelms my senses

Whilst standing on the dancing ledge’s precipice

And I stand in awe of a once upon a time long ago

Fixating upon the wave washed Jurassic shoreline

I spy sedimentary rock fossils glistening in the sun


How clean the atmospheric conditions back then

With thriving abundance of fertile forest and floras

Earth's climate changed from searing and parched

To humid and subtropical within new global system

Of fragmentation landmasses and inland clear seas


Seagulls squawking at some nearby rock climbers

Shake me from my deep reflective contemplation

And once more I recommence my coastal ramble

Soaking in the ambiance of fresh nature’s delights

As our setting solar star casts its long cerise fingers


At my journeys end I find the great globe sculpture

And one of the largest stone spheres on the planet

Inscribed with biblical and impressed poetic prose

Stimulates my minds imaginative lateral assessment

How today humankind has shrunk our world to stone


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Stunning imagery here Phil of the Jurassic coastline. A most beautiful part of the world. Have wandered there many a time and sought out fossils with my grandson after a stormy night, when the sea tossed out her treasure. Sadly the human species seems intent on destroying itself and no doubt at some point in the future, that is exactly what it will do. Then and only then natural world will thrive again. All good wishes for the new year. A better one for you I hope.

Chris




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Phill Oz O'fee

2 Years Ago

Thank you Chris - Happy New Year to you and yours! Wonder when our old fossils will be washed up on .. read more



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Hello Phill and I would to see one day.
"At my journeys end I find the great globe sculpture
And one of the largest stone spheres on the planet
Inscribed with biblical and impressed poetic prose
Stimulates my minds imaginative lateral assessment
How today humankind has shrunk our world to stone"
The above lines. Solid and question, how we live today. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your kind comments - have a Happy New Year my friend...:-)
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Happy New year my friend and you are welcome.
Stunning imagery here Phil of the Jurassic coastline. A most beautiful part of the world. Have wandered there many a time and sought out fossils with my grandson after a stormy night, when the sea tossed out her treasure. Sadly the human species seems intent on destroying itself and no doubt at some point in the future, that is exactly what it will do. Then and only then natural world will thrive again. All good wishes for the new year. A better one for you I hope.

Chris




Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

2 Years Ago

Thank you Chris - Happy New Year to you and yours! Wonder when our old fossils will be washed up on .. read more
Maybe the earth was better off before we came about.
The dinosaurs devoured each other to survive....is that we need to do or what we choose to do?

j.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

2 Years Ago

We have certainly made a mess of things so far - hope the mindsets change before it is too late - Bl.. read more

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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death. Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..

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