A Haiku for last night's run
Ivinghoe Beacon
Beckoning stars to guide us..
Mind the rabbit holes!
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A Haiku for last night's run
Ivinghoe Beacon
Beckoning stars to guide us..
Mind the rabbit holes!
Another workday
Awaiting delayed meeting
Lunchtime sun rare treat
I should be out with
my headtorch on the fells, but
haiku-ing instead
Counting on fingers
Trying to get these bloody
haikus to add up
Nice one Harry H
Haiku is the forward way
No running tonight :)
Hope torch still charging
Never made Bolton Abbey
Hellish squat session :eek:
Drag the body out of bed,
Be it summer or winter,
I make an effort to climb today!
Just so i can eat loads and drink beer:cool:
Fitness can't be stored.
It must be earned over and
over for all time.
I started from Keswick much earlier,
Halfway there now who's bright idea was this,
I move away from that thought and crack on!
Haiku taking over my life atm. Scraps of paper everywhere with experimental fragments of poems. My fingers are aching from counting fives and sevens. For a while this morning I was thinking seriously about making all my posts in haiku formatt. feckle, you have a lot to answer for :p:D
dear derby T and HHH, here is a little something to soothe those active little minds and remind you that it doesn't all have to be haiku...
Lullaby
Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.
Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.
Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.
Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.
Louisa May Alcott
if that doesn't work i suggest a snecklifter! :)
Took a day's annual leave today and decided to give the A/Waltz a spin, but had haikus in me head all the bloody way a round!!!!!
Anyway, amongst several, I came up with this one while grinding my way up Robinson:
How much longer now?
Foggy summits in purdah,
Laugh! Humourless quads!
:)
It was fine today, but I wished I'd opted for my favourite Howgills Bowderdale - The Calf - Bowderdale run. The Newlands Valley was teaming with people; I'd forgotten it was half-term.
By The Sea
Why does the sea moan evermore?
Shut out from heaven it makes its moan
It frets against the boundary shore;
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
Sheer miracles of loveliness
Lie hid in its unlooked-on bed:
Anemones, salt, passionless, Blow flower-like;
just enough alive
To blow and multiply and thrive
Shells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike,
Encrusted live things argus-eyed
All fair alike, yet all unlike
Are born without a pang, and die
Without a pang, and so pass by
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh lonely windy path
How I wish to beat your track
Wheres those Walshes
Poor effort I know, but hey, great thread:)
DT another fan of Rossetti...:)
particularly like this bit...
All earth's full rivers cannot fill
The sea, that drinking thirsteth still.
and....
Shells quaint with curve, or spot, or spike,
if you ain't near a fell, then the sea ain't a bad second! thanx DT!
Time I went to bed
Dark nights all work little play
Eight hour til next verse
"What is this shi*t?"
Is this the most famous put-down review of a record released by the towering genius of pop music for the later half of the 20th Century?
Or is it a critique of this thread?
The answer lies in a conversation I had on the rock steps with a certain runner whilst he staggered up Ingleborough last evening.
Graham, so pleased you have finished Ingleborough :D
Bitch!
ugh ugh ugh .
Are we nearly there?
(I can hear Brett behind me)