Hes, its a link to Sandy Denny and Fairport Convention's Who knows where the time goes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mepXIIDDVe4 should be Faithless :)
I'm rubbish with youtube too :o
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Hes, its a link to Sandy Denny and Fairport Convention's Who knows where the time goes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mepXIIDDVe4 should be Faithless :)
I'm rubbish with youtube too :o
By popular request. Well, okay, Freckle's encouragement to post. I found this one recently. Lovely imagery.
An October (perhaps November too?) Astonishment
by Garth Gilchrist
When I touched the yellow maple leaves
They entered me
Without my knowing
This morning after I'd picked them
I had their gold sweetness
In my veins
It was after holding them in my hands
Upon my skin
In the slant light dewy morning
Plunging my nose deep in amongst them
Wet and cold, snuffling
The autumn scent
Suffused into air and me
My eyes fixed on their open hands
Veined like mine
My fingers traced their fingers
Crimson stems in my palms
Conduits through which shape
And substance entered --
Mapleness
Only vaguely I sensed
Some ephemeral
Sap entering me
This morning, after
In my own bed I woke
Bathed full and swimming in yellow light
That hovers in and around
Smooth maple branches in late October
On crisp mornings
I'd fondled the seeds, too,
Fuzzy winged pods
Full of imperceptible roots
Bark and limbs
A million invisible leaves
I'd given handfuls to the waiting children
They went twirling
Whirling through the sky
Eager, alive with mapleness
Maybe for this
I woke that morning
Wholly content, pierced through
Astounded in my bed, wrapped
In the warm light
Of maples
Garth Gilchrist
1999
Me thinks perhaps there's an interesting sub-text happening in this poem.;)
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Originally Posted by Derby Tup
Thanks DT: just listened to the Sandy Denny/Fairport Convention song...it is great. I have heard it before but paid far more attention to the lyrics this time. I do love this time of year. There is a pleasure in melancholy moments and saying goodbye. I love a good wallow...then a muddy run to raise the spirits. Who knows where the time goes...I certainly seem to have lost a lot of time today by procrastinating on here!
ps Moss Dog...that poem is great and yes, I think there is something else going on other than a bit of maple admiration. All that talk of seeds, sap and the morning after!
You're right Hes. You don't have to be too Freudian inclined to suspect that there's more going on her than just a tumble in the foliage.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Today's haiku inspired by my lumbering trudge over Monk's Moor on a misty Thursday pm, with nowt but sheep to converse with.
stretching, lonely ridge,
You! outsider, fell runner,
misunderstood? Ha!
Ah well. Like they say, practice makes perfect, so there's still some way to go.
:)
[QUOTE=Mossdog;269359]You're right Hes. You don't have to be too Freudian inclined to suspect that there's more going on her than just a tumble in the foliage.
ahem.....mossdog....freudian slip here perhaps ?......not a reframe that's for sure! ;):).....tee hee :D
re a fairy song.....[QUOTE=neil wootton;269240]Is this from A Mid Summers Night Dream?
Yes...just checked and apparently this is from Midsummer Night's Dream Act 2 Scene I. Puck meets a Fairy and asks 'How now, spirit! whither wander you? ' - This poem is the Fairy's reply...not that i can pretend to have read it all like!!!!! ......enjoyed youtr lyrics very apt! :)
I love how every time I come back to this thread its direction has taken another lovely turn.Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
There is inocent little me thinking that tonight's hot topic would be the fireworks. I was ready to compose haikus on magnificent roman candles standing proud; the great anticipation of a great whizz bang rather than a little fizz pop; the oohs and aahs of a receptive audience; and a quick sparkler popped in for good measure.
Hey ho. Looks like I'll have to think again.
Ditto Harry ;):DQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
Great minds, DT, great minds. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Derby Tup
HHH you do make me larfff! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
good heavens - I've just re-read the whole thread. It's [U]all[U] smut and filth!!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
and some of you are worse than others!
back to innocent birdies.
Starling 2
Ripe berry full gorged
Starling struts iridescent
Welcoming winter
Very nice OW!
I was going to post a poem called 'Mucky' by Geoff Hattersley but after Old Whippet's comment on the recent tone of the thread (I blame the recent voluptuous, full moon), I think perhaps I'd get myself banned so here is one that I like by Robert Frost:
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shoook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
I like that Hes. But isn't it spelled 'rude'. (I know, I know)
Just thawed from tonights run. Bit further than I'd planned. This is my report.
Ascending Barlow Fell
Endorphins soothing groin and thigh
Grizzle becomes drizzle becomes rain.
Atop the moor unfolds Fawkes’ panorama
Beacons blaze to the North the South and Eastern sea.
Sky crackling and popping unnoticed
As I navigate the unlit road ahead.
My reward alights from the hedgerow
A barn Owl in flight
Unimpressed by the annual cacophony.
Rain long gone, sky clear
With numb hands back home.
Ah this is really lovely OW!....and all your own work, brilliant!! :):D:)...i really liked the line grizzle becomes drizzle becomes rain...hope the hands have thawed out it sure is getting nippy out there !Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
ps i love the image of lots of little runners out there composing haiku's or poems in their heads as they run...
Great report of what sounds a fine evening's run OW :cool:
thanks F & DT.
I was thinking too, as I was running along counting Haiku syllibles on my fingers, what it looked like to others, and how many other folk are out there totting up the 5,7 and 5's!
That's passion dear boy, passion. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
Puff, pant, brain won't work,Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
No oxygen, wheeze, gasp,
Cough, splutter, blank stare:eek:
Here's a result of exactly that. Problem is though by the time I get back I've forgotten the exact wording that it took 6 miles to get right and I have to start again!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
November night sky
Fireworks guide and applaud
Reward my efforts
Bonfire night is one of my favourite running nights of the year.
I'll risk it. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/do...tn8_p037_s.gif
indigo autumn night
bonfires, rockets and sparklers
Guy Fawkes, we salute you
Ahem....order...order!
I shall now try and integrate the two ideas of love and lust in one fell (get it?-fell????) swoop:
Love's like a dizziness
James Hogg 1770-1835
from 100 favourite scottish love poems
O! love! love! laddie!
Love's like a dizziness!
It winna let a puir body
Gang about his business!
:)
Ahem...
Beans, beans good fer yer heart,
Beans, beans make yer fart,
The more yer fart the better yer feel,
S' let's 'ave beans fer ev'ry meal.
That's how yer go on
Ahem...
Beans, beans good fer yer heart,
Beans, beans make yer fart,
The more yer fart the better yer feel,
S' let's 'ave beans fer ev'ry meal.
hes this is lovely....now what's all this about getting banned? ....we like freedom of expression on this here thread! :cool:Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
Wow. More please.Quote:
Originally Posted by Old Whippet
That Hes, she started it Miss :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
too true!Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
[QUOTE=Harry H Howgill;269505]I'll risk it. ;)
Ha ha ha...excellent, thanks HHH!
Goodness Hes. I've just taken a peek at 'Mucky'. That's so hot it's smokin....sizzle. :o:o:o:oQuote:
Originally Posted by Hes
It is a bit steamy isn't it?! Forgive the pun...but it is a poem about taking a bath (honest guv) so it is good clean fun! I did look up the Auden poem and that is even more risque.Quote:
Originally Posted by Mossdog
Passion...a wonderful thing (us fell runners must be full of it to slog through ice and mud and keep going back for more).
Hey, OW, loved your report tonight and also the various haikus from folks about bonfire night. I am just trying to recall one I thought up earlier today...you have to write them down immediately, they are like snowflakes, beautiful and ephemeral.
low november sun
sets alight the yellow leaves
of rook blotted trees
(I think that was it)
Ah that's so beautiful..........yes whatever you do guys don't look up the auden poem, thats...don't look up the auden poem.....Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
phew will a capital P!!!!! :eek:
tee hee!!!!!
I wasn't going to until then. :DQuote:
Originally Posted by freckle
That's professional mechanics for you!:eek: :D
double :eek:.... i am having to have another old tom ale to recover from that one!!!!! :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
He'd probably enjoy Old Tom too.Quote:
Originally Posted by freckle
What? :eek:
Ran too late tonight
Endorphins spiraling round
No chance of sleep yet
I know what you mean...I was a bit shocked when I read it and it threw the other poem into a rather different light but well...it is good to have your horizons broadened (I think!?) He was good at rhyming!
You are funny HHHQuote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
I can't say I even noticed the rhyming!Quote:
Originally Posted by Hes
You must be able to keep your composure under pressure better than I. :D