Ha ha don't worry about it! I just like that you like it.
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Ha ha don't worry about it! I just like that you like it.
To Solitude
O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell,
Let it not be among the jumbled heap
Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep, --
Nature's observatory -- whence the dell,
Its flowery slopes, its river's crystal swell,
May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep
'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the deer's swift leap
Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell.
But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with thee,
Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,
Whose words are images of thoughts refin'd,
Is my soul's pleasure; and it sure must be
Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
John Keats
What a fantastic piece of poetry, i love the observation about niggles made me laugh, which one of us hasn't remarked pre race about a particular injury which is giving us jip?, excellent stuff OOP, hope Mrs OOP is doing ok, not long now!
Alf I really liked the ambition bird choice especially the lines "I would like a simple life, yet all night I am laying, poems away in a long box"
MG- I loved the Rain poem, there is (sometimes) something really soft and beautiful about the rain
Nuthatch
Something in the line of you
That long black eyeline
Framing the BLUE
Is like the meaning of longing.
The strength of those feet
Which helped you creep
HEADFIRST.
All pristine supercilium
and survival writ large
in the meticulous excavation
of your very own, necessary
cavity.
I wonder, at times
If the gods painted your being
Gently and with loving attention
To each and every detail.
Each one of the twelve feathered tails
The flush of ochre on your stomach
Which has travelled many a mile.
You, a gift,
all the more persuasive
in its impermanence.
I know that it is folly to wish
The same gods would stop
The hands of our clock.
Allowing me to breathe
Allowing me to know
It is isn’t (yet)
TIME
for you to go.
She's doing great thanks, no sign of action yet, due date arrives in 90 mins but who knows when junior will! She's very calm and together (so I had better be!).
I'm glad the poem rings a bell - i'm a bugger for start-line excuses and so the poem is, in part at least, a form of confession really!