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Ochre
Contributed by
karl_wiggins
on
Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 05:24:08 PM in AEST
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The colour Ochre is a spirit of the past that will not be denied
It is sunlight walking across the back porch floor
And it is warm, red mornings.
Ochre is the colour of ancient myths
Hearing voices echoing from the past
You can smell the colour Ochre
It smells of ripe olives and warm, dry air.
Ochre is a small flame
Barely fluttering on a windless night
Ochre is dolphins leaping at sunrise
Moving north along the coast of Africa
Ochre is a redwing blackbird
Sitting on a fence
And it is the wild, magnificent animal that is you
Watching the rain and remembering
Old winds you have been riding forever.
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2004-03-14 17:24:08]
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Re: Ochre
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by liquidsunshine on
Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 05:29:13 PM AEST
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Amazing. I'm.... awestruck. Splendid work.
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Re: Ochre
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 06:25:39 PM AEST
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Hmmmm, this feels very comfortable. Like a second skin. Maybe I was ochre previously??
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