Today's poet

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

I really like that too OW - very well written:)

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Cheers Mossy, appreciate the feedback.

SozNice One DJ & WBY!

Try this (did post this back in 2007...I think?!)...an old fav' of mine..

INVERSNAID......

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn froth
Turns and twidles over the broth
Of a pool so pitch black, fell frowning
It round and rounds despair of drowning

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the broof
treads through
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that site over the burn

What would the world be, once bereft
O wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and wilderness yet

G M-H

{Fleeting} Tranquility.

Tonight the stream flows quietly,
Thoughts meander depositing memories,
At peace i view my past through a muslin vale,
Long unopened joy fills me with calm.

Slowly my past unfolds,
Touched by moments long forgotten,
Gently like a butterflies kiss,
Sweet aromas travel to entice me once again.

These times are few of such angelic peace,
I become wHOlLY one with such fleeting dreams,
Soon the images of tranquility gone,
Hope beyond hope that they will return.

By Matt Harmston.

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Originally Posted by Luv Shack

SozNice One DJ & WBY!

Try this (did post this back in 2007...I think?!)...an old fav' of mine..

INVERSNAID......

This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home

A windpuff-bonnet of fawn froth
Turns and twidles over the broth
Of a pool so pitch black, fell frowning
It round and rounds despair of drowning

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the broof
treads through
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that site over the burn

What would the world be, once bereft
O wet and wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet,
Long live the weeds and wilderness yet

G M-H

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wonderful! studied a few Gerard Manley Hopkins poems a million years ago at school, this is a treat, and unsually upbeat for the man!

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Originally Posted by tri-mind

{Fleeting} Tranquility.

Tonight the stream flows quietly,
Thoughts meander depositing memories,
At peace i view my past through a muslin vale,
Long unopened joy fills me with calm.

Slowly my past unfolds,
Touched by moments long forgotten,
Gently like a butterflies kiss,
Sweet aromas travel to entice me once again.

These times are few of such angelic peace,
I become wHOlLY one with such fleeting dreams,
Soon the images of tranquility gone,
Hope beyond hope that they will return.

By Matt Harmston.

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Tri - I found this soothing, and strangely an interesting opposite in terms of intensity as the Hopkins poem it appears next to. Lovely to see original work posted next to classics. Such is the beauty of this thread.

The Answer

by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)

You have spoken the answer.
A child searches for sometimes
Into the red dust
On a dark rose leaf
And so you have gone far
For the answer is:
Silence.

In the republic
Of the winking stars
and spent cataclysms
Sure we are it is off the answer is hidden and folded over,
Sleeping in the sun, careless whether it is Sunday or any other day of the week,

Knowing silence will bring all one way or another.

Have we not seen
Purple of the pansy
out of the mulch
and mold
crawl
into a dusk
of velvet?
blur of yellow?
Almost we thought from nowhere but it was the silence,
the future,
working.

Night all;)

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Originally Posted by Derby Tup

THE POTTER

Your whole body holds
a goblet or gentle sweetness destined for me

When I let my hand climb
in each place I find a dove
that was looking for me, as if
my love, they had made you out of clay
for my very own potter's hands.

Your knees, your breasts,
your waist
are missing in me, like in the hollow
of a thirsting earth
where they relinquished
a form
and together
we are complete like one single river,
like one single grain of sand

Pablo Neruda

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DT...I've really enjoyed reading your recent choices, Thanks! Soothes this weary soul who has been kept awake by the call to prayer (never book a hotel next to a mosque). Just been slapped by a monkey too for not giving it my breakfast. I kid you not. A now at a hotel on the Ganges...much better.

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

Never a dull moment
for body and soul
with you
capricious lover

Blowing hot
and hotter
you draw me like Icarus
or a moth.

And when I melt
It is into you
and with burnt wings
I can never leave you

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This is lovely OW! and your post below it was very funny.

the call to prayer
hundreds of wailing voices
penetrate my sleep

a mist swathed ganges
swallows dip between the boats
as the bathers pray

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Originally Posted by Hes

the call to prayer
hundreds of wailing voices
penetrate my sleep

a mist swathed ganges
swallows dip between the boats
as the bathers pray

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Good to hear from you. I heard wailing voices in my sleep last night on several occasions but it was just the little one wanting another feed!

It is lovely to imagine these images of India.

Enjoy your travels.