Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Perspective.

Student,
Doctor,
Lawyer,
Nurse,
Friend,
Lover,
Father,
Brother,
Mother,
Sister,
Daughter,
Son,
Freedom Fighter ?.,
Terrorist ?.

By Herakles.

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i like this...have you managed to eat today? you are so busy i wonder!!!! amazing :)

I have Freckle Regards Harry and the fells i suggested to him that we tie fishing wire round each of our waists and he can drag us along by my reckoning we should all finish in the top ten.:D

Meeting Point
Louise Macneice

Time was away and somewhere else,
There were two glasses and two chairs
And two people with the one pulse
(Somebody stopped the moving stairs)
Time was away and somewhere else.

And they were neither up nor down;
The stream's music did not stop
Flowing through heather, limpid brown,
Although they sat in a coffee shop
And they were neither up nor down.

The bell was silent in the air
Holding its inverted poise -
Between the clang and clang a flower,
A brazen calyx of no noise:
The bell was silent in the air.

The camels crossed the miles of sand
That stretched around the cups and plates;
The desert was their own, they planned
To portion out the stars and dates:
The camels crossed the miles of sand.

Time was away and somewhere else.
The waiter did not come, the clock
Forgot them and the radio waltz
Came out like water from a rock:
Time was away and somewhere else.

Her fingers flicked away the ash
That bloomed again in tropic trees:
Not caring if the markets crash
When they had forests such as these,
Her fingers flicked away the ash.

God or whatever means the Good
Be praised that time can stop like this,
That what the heart has understood
Can verify in the body's peace
God or whatever means the Good.

Time was away and she was here
And life no longer what it was,
The bell was silent in the air
And all the room one glow because
Time was away and she was here.

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I love this poet and this poem is beautifully constructed, i particularly like the line "time was away and somewhere else"

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Originally Posted by Herakles

I have Freckle Regards Harry and the fells i suggested to him that we tie fishing wire round each of our waists and he can drag us along by my reckoning we should all finish in the top ten.:D

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this is a very good idea, why didn't I think of that one! :D

What have we done.

2,200,000,000,000,
A wonderful present,
For all our children,
To give thanks to their,
Parents for this wonderful,
World devoid of work,
Pride ethics and housing,
For the poor,
But that's not all,
That we left behind,
Chesterfield by sea,
I hope they don't mind,
We did our best,
Only wanted some fun,
Now you need special,
Clothing to go out in the sun,
This is our legacy,
The planet and government,
That we passed on,
Please do a better job,
For your children's sake,
Were sorry it wasn't,
Meant to be like this.

By Herakles

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Untitled

We stood facing one another,
six surrounding one.
Eyes averting, aware of
the shared emotions.
Emotions which were bubbling
at the surface
like water on a rolling boil.
Depth Of breath,
Gave us away.
As in unison we lifted,
Spun on heel and toe.
Then bgan our glide as
We were led inside;
six khaki swans

My throat stung with guilt
And the sharp edge of
The box gnawed at the bone
Beneath my tunic.
So heavy a box to carry,
So heavy a guilt to bare.

In the flash that surrounds the sun,
when the moon passes between.
He had seen clarity on a dark day
in his greyest hours. From a car,
Witnessing the motions of celestial
bodies, facing out a gaze lost to the ocean.
Slowly the world melted into
Unconsciousness and nausea, breathing
Poisoned air. A mans' life aligned to
a satellite and star his final breaths
were of carbon monoxide
in the front of his car.

And now I have seen life
reduced to nothing more
Than a belt buckle and a shiny
peaked hat. A memory
that is fading from minds, but I tell you
David you never will from mine

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I found that not only beautifully written but incredibly moving NDubya. It's brilliant.

Herakles...you've had an amazingly productive day!! Well done. I also loved DT's Duffy.

I know this is the fell runners forum, but I love the sea, having lived pretty close to it all my life I can't imagine ever being more than a 15 walk away...i think it might freak me out!.......

After the storm
Derek Walcott

There are so many islands!
As many islands as the stars at night
on that branched tree from which meteors are shaken
like falling fruit around the schooner Flight.
But things must fall,and so it always was,
on one hand Venus,on the other Mars;
fall,and are one,just as this earth is one
island in archipelagoes of stars.
My first friend was the sea.Now,is my last.
I stop talking now.I work,then I read,
cotching under a lantern hooked to the mast.
I try to forget what happiness was,
and when that don't work,I study the stars.
Sometimes is just me,and the soft-scissored foam
as the deck turn white and the moon open
a cloud like a door,and the light over me
is a road in white moonlight taking me home.
Shabine sang to you from the depths of the sea.

Loved that freckle. Often feel fell runners are surfers of the land, over seas o'green. Could make a nice poem?:)

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Originally Posted by Chubbs

Loved that freckle. Often feel fell runners are surfers of the land, over seas o'green. Could make a nice poem?:)

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What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

I loved the line about the sea being my first friend (and then the last) i really relate to that...there's been many a night when a walk by the sea has calmed me and restored a sense of equilbrium...i wonder do you live near the sea too? oh ii see you live in a pineapple under the sea...sounds cool

I always think of going to the seaside as a lovely but rare treat, but then I was born in England's mid-most county and have never lived closer than probably 80miles from the coast ;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

I always think of going to the seaside as a lovely but rare treat, but then I was born in England's mid-most county and have never lived closer than probably 80miles from the coast ;)

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Its funny when i go to the lakes i absolutely adore it but i have to admit i always have a funny sort of down feeling when i get home, i have often wondered what that is about, i wonder if it is something to do with the sheer scale of the beauty there that is a bit disorientating.......Mmmm....anyway my dream is still to live there one day...at this rate i might be about 95 when that happens but if i keep up the training and with the help of cryogenics i'll be reet! :D

PS DT i love the new signature

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Originally Posted by freckle

Its funny when i go to the lakes i absolutely adore it but i have to admit i always have a funny sort of down feeling when i get home, i have often wondered what that is about, i wonder if it is something to do with the sheer scale of the beauty there that is a bit disorientating.......Mmmm....anyway my dream is still to live there one day...at this rate i might be about 95 when that happens but if i keep up the training and with the help of cryogenics i'll be reet! :D

PS DT i love the new signature

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Its the scale of the mountains in the Lakes compared to the Moors, Dales or Peak ;) Plonking Blencathra at the side of the main road down to Keswick was a master-stroke :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

I loved the line about the sea being my first friend (and then the last) i really relate to that...there's been many a night when a walk by the sea has calmed me and restored a sense of equilbrium...i wonder do you live near the sea too? oh ii see you live in a pineapple under the sea...sounds cool

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The sea is a passion/obsession of mine too and I am never so happy as when I am by it, on it, in it or under it (I dive), but somehow I have managed to live in a place equidistant between two coasts. I also find that it soothes me when I am totally desolate. I have a theory that my ancestors were seafarers and my surname suggests as much. I am still dreaming of a handsome seafarer that might come and sweep me off my feet...then disappear on a ship for a few weeks so I can have some space to do my work! Ha ha.

Sea change - by Jane Verburg, 2½ years in Cromarty

Do you know what it’s like to live with the sea
in your hair,
inside your head, knitted into your sleep?

Its noiselessness, noisiness, tied to your fingertips,
its seaweed rolled in strandlines strung to your toes,
its thumbprint pebbles caught in the curve
of your turn,
its sea glass in your pockets,
its curlews lifting in wide ribbons wrapped in
the palm of your hand.

Do you? Do you? I do.

(I found this poem in a newspaper in Stornoway...I think it is lovely)

How lovely :)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

World

On the other side of the world
you pass the moon to me,
like a loving cup
or a quaich,
I roll you the sun.

I go to bed,
as you're getting up
on the the side of the world
You are scattering the stars
towards me here, like seeds

in the earth.
All through the night,
I have sent you
bunches, bouquets, of cloud
to the other side of the world;

so my love will be shade
where you are,
and yours,
as I turn in my sleep,
the bud of a star

Carol Ann Duffy from her excellent 'Rapture' collection

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Originally Posted by Hes

Sea change - by Jane Verburg, 2½ years in Cromarty

Do you know what it’s like to live with the sea
in your hair,
inside your head, knitted into your sleep?

Its noiselessness, noisiness, tied to your fingertips,
its seaweed rolled in strandlines strung to your toes,
its thumbprint pebbles caught in the curve
of your turn,
its sea glass in your pockets,
its curlews lifting in wide ribbons wrapped in
the palm of your hand.

Do you? Do you? I do.

(I found this poem in a newspaper in Stornoway...I think it is lovely)

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Aw Hes this is absolutely gorgeous....i never knew you were a sea fan, of course that now means when i get my new pad you will have to visit and together we can trot along the Long Sands in Tynemouth together on a Sunday morning!.......There are some fab sand dunes near me too, good for hill training and aesthetically pleasing in terms of the the marram grass...i have a thing about marram grass too, i think its so pretty but also a bit deadly on the legs whilst running (think little red bleeding pin prints!!!!).....anyway i am waffling, must be the time! ...................:)

Hes i think you may have posted this one before...its a corker....

Sea Fever

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
All I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the seagulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trip's over.

John Masefield

this guy is a genius i tell thee!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmWZO...eature=related

DEFINATELY worth a listen..............AWESOME!!!!!


Bluebird
Charles Bukowski

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
so don't be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it's nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don't
weep, do
you?

To My Daughter
Stephen Spender

Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
My daughter, as we walk together now.
All my life I’ll feel a ring invisibly
Circle this bone with shining: when she is grown
Far from today as her eyes are far already.

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Originally Posted by freckle

To My Daughter
Stephen Spender

Bright clasp of her whole hand around my finger,
My daughter, as we walk together now.
All my life I’ll feel a ring invisibly
Circle this bone with shining: when she is grown
Far from today as her eyes are far already.

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That is absolutely wonderful I have had exactly the same thoughts when my daughter holds my hand how precious the time is when they are just wee

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

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I like it :cool: and its very topical as I bought a medium sized one from Morrisons this morning to be consumed after my recce this weekend :D

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

That is absolutely wonderful I have had exactly the same thoughts when my daughter holds my hand how precious the time is when they are just wee

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Very true N-dubya and nice posting freckle. :D

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Pork Pie.

Round and moist and full of meat,
With Cheese and pickle they go a treat,
I trust it as i know it will not lie,
The one and only luscious Pork Pie.

All fells poets should sing it's praise,
As it can be enjoyed in different ways,
On the fells or on a paper plate,
It is the food to which we all can relate.

And for all you vegetarians out there,
I do not mean ti cause a scare,
You can join us with your pie of quorn,
All the better to write Pork Pie Porn.

By Herakles

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How utterly class! soooooo funny :D

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................;)


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

One of my very fave Nerudas! Have fun this evening freckle :cool:

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................;)


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

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Those lovely pies made from cooked pork
Have always had me reaching for my fork
In spite of the great taste
They've done nothing for my waist
Which now stetches all the way from home to York

:o

Derby Tup.

Removed midlands sheep like boy,
Likes Poetic Chilean,
Himself Master of Haiku.

By Herakles.

P.S. Don't know if Haiku as I have real trouble syllable counting.

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Originally Posted by Herakles

Derby Tup.

Removed midlands sheep like boy,
Likes Poetic Chilean,
Himself Master of Haiku.

By Herakles.

P.S. Don't know if Haiku as I have real trouble syllable counting.

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:D Thanks Herakles!

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Originally Posted by freckle

Oooooooooooooooo, friday night and time to get drunk?

on chilean wine and?..........................;)


Drunk as drunk
Translated from the Spanish by Christopher Logue

Drunk as drunk on turpentine
From your open kisses,
Your wet body wedged
Between my wet body and the strake
Of our boat that is made of flowers
Feasted, we guide it - our fingers
Like tallows adorned with yellow metal -
Over the sky's hot rim,
The day's last breath in our sails.

Pinned by the sun between solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke
With the bitter taste of land on our lips,
Eyelids all sticky, and we longed for lime
And the sound of a rope
Lowering a bucket down its well. Then,
We came by night to the Fortunate Isles,
And lay like fish
Under the net of our kisses.

Pablo Neruda

have a lovely friday night all...i am off out very soon

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Boating by any chance? :D

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Originally Posted by freckle

What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

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A kind invitation freckle; but don't expect too much from a guy who references spongebob lyrics in his profile!:o

Evening fellow fell poets. Just back from a week in the flatlands of the Midlands. It is nice to be back in the hills once again. I've enjoyed reading this week's posts guys. It has been a decidedly unpoetic week for me sadly. I see the entry list for the AW is up there, and there are at least 5 fell poets on there.

Professional men
Soon turn into little boys:
"Ooh look - it's snowing"

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Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill

Evening fellow fell poets. Just back from a week in the flatlands of the Midlands. It is nice to be back in the hills once again. I've enjoyed reading this week's posts guys. It has been a decidedly unpoetic week for me sadly. I see the entry list for the AW is up there, and there are at least 5 fell poets on there.

Professional men
Soon turn into little boys:
"Ooh look - it's snowing"

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Welcome back HHH. Good to know that there will be a posse of poets at the Anniversary Waltz! I hope that your inspiration will return to you once you have rested up and maybe got out for a run.

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Welcome back HHH. Good to know that there will be a posse of poets at the Anniversary Waltz! I hope that your inspiration will return to you once you have rested up and maybe got out for a run.

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Evening Hes. Inspiration is never too far away. There have been some great poems over the past couple of days. Nice to hear about your new "artist in residence" post too. That sounds great. We should find somewhere that wants a resident fell poet. We could all take it in turns!

That's lovely, and includes so many delightful and moving images. I'd never thought about physical manifestations as it is normally the mental ones that people are so aware of from meeting someone who make a lasting impression.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

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Originally Posted by freckle

What a good observation and metaphor...i reckon you should write it tho dude!!!!!

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For freckle:

Surfer of the land
I run; trance-like but t'is no dream,
o'er fell and moorland, undulating seas o' green.
Launching from shore-like scree,
wisps of grass lap at knee.
Ripping fast through bracken breaks,
fading stud marks in my wake.

"I am surfer of this land!"

Squall relentless stirs the swell,
nature mocks this ne'er do well.
Fortitude, a familiar trod,
though at the mercy of thy God.
Gale whips up, getting stronger,
can't contain the pain much longer.
Do you search for solace on a distant shore,
or turn about to run once more?

Chubbs.

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Originally Posted by Hes

Freckle's lovely poem about her daughter inspired me to have another bash at one I started a few weeks ago. I was thinking about how you can remember people from different times in your life and those thoughts often manifest themselves physically in your body. I have used Freckle's imagery in the second verse...hope that's ok?!....it resonated with me as I love it when babies curl their hands around your fingers and they have such amazing strength.

Imprints

We daily chisel memories
that remain in flesh and bone
as we sculpt each others bodies
like masons carving stone.

With a simple sleight of mind
an invisible ring will linger
the bliss of a child’s hand
enclosed around a finger.

Up my lower back
warmth will slowly creep
on the thought of his firm belly
as he spooned me in his sleep.

The child’s face I cannot see
but I remember holding her hand,
and still feel her chilly fingers
as we walked along the sand.

Two years since we parted
my nape still senses the bite
from a familiar hungry mouth
on a passionate rainy night.

And how can my arms forget
as I embraced him with a sigh
my father’s wasting body
the day we hugged goodbye.

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Extremely touching Hes.

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Originally Posted by Chubbs

For freckle:

Surfer of the land
I run; trance-like but t'is no dream,
o'er fell and moorland, undulating seas o' green.
Launching from shore-like scree,
wisps of grass lap at knee.
Ripping fast through bracken breaks,
fading stud marks in my wake.

"I am surfer of this land!"

Squall relentless stirs the swell,
nature mocks this ne'er do well.
Fortitude, a familiar trod,
though at the mercy of thy God.
Gale whips up, getting stronger,
can't contain the pain much longer.
Do you search for solace on a distant shore,
or turn about to run once more?

Chubbs.

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That's pretty damn good Chubbs!!!