I wanna be in front
I wanna be in front
Run faster
Run faster
C’mon
C’mon
Dig in
Dig in
Yes!
Yes!
Great! I’m at the front
I’m actually at the front
“Er, after you mate!
I don’t know the way!”
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I wanna be in front
I wanna be in front
Run faster
Run faster
C’mon
C’mon
Dig in
Dig in
Yes!
Yes!
Great! I’m at the front
I’m actually at the front
“Er, after you mate!
I don’t know the way!”
not that poor Harry! Was thinking maybe 'Poetry in Motion'. Plenty of scope for someone here to do much better.
Same fate here as Freckle - race cancelled 'for safety reasons'. Not a note here or on the club website. Thought safety was my responsibility. never mind - nothing poetic about whingeing.
Anyway, the dogs benefited when i got home.
Eleven muddy miles
Dogs well knackered tonight as
They stretch on settee
moving words
keats in the feet
feet in the haiku
feet in the sonnets
feet in the verse
a leap in the verse
a leap in the haiku
a leap in the sonnet
more tenous ones....
somewhere i have never travelled (for no other reason than i like e e cummings)
capturing light
cadence in the rhyme
I now know with certainty that i will never make it as an advertising executive as these are all pants!!!! it's really hard ain't it? and just the type of activity to drive a woman a little potty! good fun nevertheless!...will keep trying
have a lovely day all
:)
crystal icy dawn
Ilkley Moor pure silhouette
leaf clad trees rare now
Fog on mirror Tyne
Belongs to everybody
This chilly morning
Evening all.....
Today more than yesterday
The things I’d like to do
Today more than yesterday
An ice cream for two
Today more than yesterday
Eyes, skin, eyes
Today more than yesterday
The openness of you
Today more than yesterday
The way you looked at me that way
Today more than yesterday
Leaning into you-you to me
Today more than yesterday
Soft and warm
Today more than yesterday
The all of you
Today more than yesterday
I feel, I love
Today more than yesterday
I adore this poem so much I could weep, in fact I often come close every time I read it...hope you enjoy
Variation on the word sleep
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
-- Margaret Atwood
Re-read it; personal and intimate. Liked it even more :)
No commute tomorrow so my haiku will have different theme / flavour ;)
Life can be a downer sometimes,
For every up, there's two downs,
If only Fell Running was the same.
There's usually more ups than downs, that's why i love it:D
Thanks to a friend for cheering me up tonight, you know who you are:)
Strength in the legs
Strength in the heart
Keeps a soul travelling
Nature encloses
and fortifies
the stoical soldier
:)
why thank you HHH! i certainly am chipper (in contrast to yesterday's gloom!!!!!)
hows that bairn? came across a lovely poem by blake today another cradle one, perhaps i will post laters don't want to completely hog thread tonight in my exuberance!!!!!!!
for the bairns...especially the newest one
Cradle song
William Blake
SLEEP, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the dreadful night shall break.