The Waves of Pedrogue - 2009
Drawn by the full moon to mighty heights, Sucked by gravity to the bowels of the earth, They rose and fell, monsters of the Atlantic sea. Manes of gleaming white unfurled Crashing on gritty sands in the Costa de Praie Lungs drawing life from shattered shore. Tumultuous, they towered Mountainous peaks vaulting long corridors Twisting, turning, chasing curling A cacophony of explosive sound Barrelling down deep dark tunnels Trapped, compressed and changed Quantum vibrations Distilled to a single note, An eternal hum, the great Ah Hum The sea flute playing In the waves of Pedrogue I wrote this poem after a holiday spent on the Costa de Praie, in a tent listening to the waves each night. The crashing of repeating waves was transformed into a continuous, mono-pitched drone. It was extraordinary. I had never experienced this phenomenon before. I believe there are multiple discoveries yet to be made about the creative value of sound. |
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