Welcome back DT!!! don't forget to give southern softie 3 rings now :D hope you can get some well deserved rest now :)
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Two lovely posts Freckle. I'm not particularly maternal but you make me envious when you write about that unconditional love! The closest I've come is with a small hairy terrier and her progeny. :)
Ben Okri writes gorgeous imagist poetry (if that's the rght way to describe it).
8th December...that's if the Indian Visa people will quit hassling me for being an artist. They are holding up my visa until I can prove that I won't be working. I need a guarantee from an employer even though they know I'm self-employed but I sent them a photo of my studio and said I can't work without it....can't lug an 85 kilo press around! (I've since faxed through a signed pledge that I won't work as I thought my previous letter may be seen as being flippant).
thanks hes...small hairy terriers sound particularly cute too mind and i bet they can run faster across fells!!!! anyway, if you have mum envy i have an equal amount of travel envy (would love to be going to india i tell thee! what an experience to have!).....
i really like ben okri's stuff just acquired a book of his poems for £2...bargain! :):D:)
Ha ha! Sorry, haven't got my head round that bit yet and anyway, I may not get let in that this rate:(. I am thinking of heading up to the himalayas so I will see some wintery weather but that is if I don't get enticed down to the coast and get stuck there.
Tell you what...let winter now come on the 8th January...is that fair? :)
Evening all!!!!....hope you are gud! i am on a high after a great training session at the poly....gawd almighty i love runnng!....anyhow back to winter....or should i say its passing (not to wish the time or season away like but i liked the following.....)
Thaw
OVER the land half freckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed,
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as a flower of grass,
What we below could not see, Winter pass.
Edward Thomas
Eight x six and a half
makes for one happy heart
till the stiffness sets in!!!!
You and me both...I always run out with the fast guys in the club and a fast lady and I am usually 10-15 metres behind by the end of each effort but it is really great training and I know I'm pushing myself. They are such a good bunch as well, they always loop back and collect any stragglers during the rest periods.
A Dream Pang
I had withdrawn in forest, and my song
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew away;
And to the forest edge you came one day
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,
But did not enter, though the wish was strong:
You shook your pensive head as who should say,
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—
He must seek me would he undo the wrong.
Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside;
And the sweet pang it cost me not to call
And tell you that I saw does still abide.
But ’tis not true that thus I dwelt aloof,
For the wood wakes, and you are here for proof.
Robert Frost
Hey forum ladies, what's happened to the poetry? :p
I noticed I was a bit late :o ....... :D
Freckle,I don't think you should feel it self indulgent writing verse that comes from within. It is one of the purest and honest forms of expression which takes bravery as you are prepared to be emotionally naked in front of your peers. It is something that should be praised,encouraged and congratulated. You should be proud of your work as you are a poet. On a personal note i find it therapeutic.
Good point Tri-mind. I find my artwork therapuetic and am just chuffed to bits that some people like it enough to buy it or just enjoy looking at it. It is all about communication of ideas and thoughts. Self-expression. I think poetry is a much scarier thing to share than artwork though, I've always shied away from writing any until this thread.
as they say in monty python...and now for something completely different...well a bit of poetry....
Between us
Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
So thoroughly and long
Have you now known me,
So real in faith and strong
Have I now shown me,
That nothing needs disguise
Further in any wise,
Or asks or justifies
A guarded tongue.
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.
Thomas Hardy
i am so tired tonght...in need of a lullaby poem....hint hint :)
This may have been posted before but it's nice anyway:
A Child's Sleep
by Carol Ann Duffy (1955- )
I stood at the edge of my child's sleep
hearing her breathe;
although I could not enter there,
I could not leave.
Her sleep was a small wood,
perfumed with flowers;
dark, peaceful, sacred,
acred in hours.
And she was the spirit that lives
in the heart of such woods;
without time, without history,
wordlessly good.
I spoke her name, a pebble dropped
in the still night,
and saw her stir, both open palms
cupping their soft light;
then went to the window. The greater dark
outside the room
gazed back, maternal, wise,
with its face of moon.
Hes thank you so much for posting this poem it is new to me and utterly brilliant (she thoroughly deserves to be the poet laurete)...i felt so moved reading it, such a beautiful description of the love for a child and an accompanying sense of wonderment....the first verse i almost felt was written for ne i have done that so many times...she is such a good observer of what it is to be human.....lovely x
Our first meeting.
I asked do you like Star Trek ?,
You smiled and caressed me with your eyes,
I think of stroking your gentle neck,
Your velvet touch on my hand does hypnotise.
Yes, i do she says they're great,
I cannot believe my luck,
I'll pick you up i promise not to be late,
I pray there are no traffic jams so i do not get stuck.
At last i pick you up at home,
Your beauty sets my heart free,
I know my love no longer needs to roam,
You're not scared of my bipolar i know you'll marry me.
By Matt Harmston.
thanks for lovely postings tonight i'm turning in as v tired, night night all xxx