ian westwood

ian westwood Poems

Noble artery,
Linking land and sea.
How I marvel at your rise and fall,
...

White lines, blue signs, ghost light defines
THE MOTORWAY,
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I can hear the children crying
As each bomb pounds to the ground,
...

A spontaneous short poem, entitled, THE BRANCH BREAKS:

THE BRANCH BREAKS:
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The night is black,
The town is black,
The falling snow at night
Is white,
...

The night is long,
The man is strong,
The women weep,
The children sleep.
...

Dusk laced in glistening winter mist,
The sadness of an ageing hand,
Once young and gently kissed.
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Ablaze with colour
On this winter night,
Thankful for all the talents
upon my person bestowed,
...

On summer days in times long gone
on tattered cycle I did tread
those endless miles in search of love
as does the tireless, timeless dove
...

If love is not what it seems
If love is not what it seems,
And days grow dark on awakening,
It is time for me to depart,
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WHERE CAN I GO TO NOW?

Where can I go to now
To escape all this war and tyranny?
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It's a long way I've come,
It's a long way to fall,
It's a long time now past,
Since I heard the morning call.
...

THE NIGHT DRIFTS

The night drifts in slow paces,
Holding many secrets to uncover,
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I’m dreaming of a world,
Of unknown places,
Vacant spaces,
Unwon races.
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ian westwood Biography

There is so much to say about my biography. I studied at Bristol University, England to become a Civil Engineer in 1970. I completed my PhD in Coastal Engineering at Southampton University, England in 1981. Besides being an engineer, I am a poet and mathematician. I hope this is enough to create a picture of me!)

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Estuary

Noble artery,
Linking land and sea.
How I marvel at your rise and fall,
Engulfing sandy havens in your wake,
Exposing littered artefacts
At each dawn’s call,
Claiming your prowess at every stake.

Estuary,
Tapping twisting rivers far and wide,
How graceful your gliding waters,
Shifting ever seawards,
Turning into brine,
At every turn of tide.

Estuary,
Scouring with your currents
Deep divides,
Swirling with your turbulence
Long-buried sediments
Into billowing plumes.
Solitary grains conveyed
To distant lands,
Or trapped and lost in deep lagoons.

Estuary,
How I admire your majesty,
Your turquoise trail,
Expanding like a trumpet
In summer hue,
Sounding with each breath of wind
A note as clear as crystal
In far-off seaward view.

Estuary,
How I envy your wide expanse,
Your vast and timeless flow,
Harbouring songs of sweet romance,
In moonlight’s silver glow.
Or sailors’ tales
of raging gales
on coal-black winter night,
with waves enraged
to fearful scale,
A swollen sea to lash and pound,
Composing on your crashing flight
Your symphony of thunderous sound.

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