sweet :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
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sweet :)Quote:
Originally Posted by Harry H Howgill
more on a wintry theme....
A Spell before Winter
After the red leaf and the gold have gone,
Brought down by the wind, then by hammering rain
Bruised and discolored, when October's flame
Goes blue to guttering in the cusp, this land
Sinksdeeper into silence, darker into shade.
There is a knowledge in the look of things,
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.
Now I can see certain simplicities
In the darkening rust and tarnish of the time,
And say over the certain simplicities,
The running water and the standing stone,
The yellow haze of the willow and the black
Smoke of the elm, the silver, silent light
Where suddenly, readying toward nightfall,
The sumac's candelabrum darkly flames.
And I speak to you now with the land's voice,
It is the cold, wild land that says to you
A knowledge glimmers in the sleep of things:
The old hills hunch before the north wind blows.
Howard Nemerov </B>
I really loved Xrunner's and HHH's offerings on serendipity!
Freckle, your wintery offerings are wonderful and have me excited about returning in January to some cold weather and frosty runs (I do hope it doesn't just keep on raining).
Near Winter
Let winter now come
ox-laden sky
cold spume of rivers
nakedness of moors
mist in the forest
let winter now come
the spoor of animals
blue melting in the snow
th sun polished hard
birds and berries
bronzen shadow
water icy and thin
black crust of the earth
hoar glint of stone
let winter now come
seaweed covers the moon
wind harrows the firth
the islands glint in fog
I fish in cold waters
my boat black as tar
the horned rowlocks
creak to the oar
let winter now come
Sorry, should have said, that was by Kenneth White from the collection Open World.
Has any one noticed the similarity between ee cummins and yoda or is it just my warped mind today?:)
[QUOTE=freckle;278410]
(2 little ams
and over them this
aflame with dreams
incredible is)
QUOTE]
Yoda
Live in swamp will i,
Escape the darkside will i not,
Train young jedi,
At 900 years old look good i will not.
By Matt Harmston.
{This is the poem you are looking for. You must revere the poet and his skill. Move along.}
Brilliant!:DQuote:
Originally Posted by tri-mind
Hi all...some lovely words on here today, Hes loved the wintry poem and tri your verse was funny!....Not sure if this classifies as poetry or not but being with my daughter today inspired me to write something totally off the cuff....needs work but here goes! (Apologies if it seems self indulgent!!!!!!!)
Jo Jo
Born apache style on the living room floor, a force of nature, that’s wor Jo Jo .
Initial impressions, a quiet one,feeding and sleeping like a dream, never far away from your mother's breast, such an easy babe.
With language and mobility,the kernel of your self emerges,quite a different species.
“I’m here everyone” you announce in the nursery playground, energy and affection knowing no bounds.
Hair ala Richard Harris, a passion for seaton sluice playground, taken with the utmost seriousness that only other 3 year olds would "get".
Fearless of the cold you refuse coats,nana frets. You tackle the climbing wall with aplomb!
So many things I never wish to forget in this version of you.
A surprising cockney lilt (wonder where that came from?) .
Made all the more beautiful by its temporary nature, knowing that soon it will morph seamlessly into “yer naa’s”.
Descriptions of “bunder storms” and your masochistic terror of trolls.
Even your tantrums endear, revealing an utter lust for life long forgotton in us adults.
Your signature... sucking your thumb whilst tugging on my ear, a throwback to that early tender symbiosis I so enjoyed.
I know it can’t always be this way, nor should it.
But for now I cherish this little you and our favourite time
Thursday afternoon snoozing in unison on the sofa!
on a different note now...
"You Walked Gently Towards Me"
Ben Okri
You walked gently towards me
In the evening light
And brought silence with you
Which fell off when
I touched your shoulder
And felt the rain on it.
We went through the city
Up the roaring streets
Full of many lights
And we sought a place
To be alone
And found none.
The evening was merciful
On your smile.
Your laughter touched
The hungry ghosts
Of passing years.
You moved smoothly
On the waters
Your shadow sounded of silk
You led me to places
Full of mellow darkness
Secret coves where they
Didn't let us in
And under the rain
You bid me kiss you with
Your silent and uncertain eyes.
We walked home
And the rain laughed around us
With its insistent benediction
And you hair was strung with
Diadems
Your face with glittering dreams
And my eyes were wet
With your luminous spirited joy
has this been posted b4? ...in case i love it!
itinerant Tup
returns home to Wharfedale
the kettle is on!
:D