Today's poet

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Originally Posted by N-dubya

Evening all
Just a thought
Whose read Keep the Aspistra flying? If not it's a gritty story of a poet whose chosen poverty instead of the life that was planned for him. Good film adaptation of it to boot.

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Oooo that sounds good...your not thinking of giving up the day job are you?...i haven't read a book in ages, keep meaning to then i get distracted by poetry, one of these days in between work stuff and poetry i will read a novel again!:)

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

There's something epic about geese at height - yesterdays were at about 4000 feet headed west towards Scafell


W shaped skein
high overhead morphs into
a broadening smile

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That's lovely OW - thanks

From the forward book of poetry 2010..i think this a sad but beautifully constructed poem

That life
Kevin Hart

There is a life I've barely lived at all
And, summer afternoons, I feel it brush
Against me, heading somewhere far away,

Up in the north perhaps where the rain comes down
As if just thrown in vengeance for some wrong
No one remembers now, though people talk,

And in that life I stroll through open doors
And take the darkness offered every night
And am bewildered still by clocks and eyes.

It touches me, that breath, say once a year,
When ran hits thick and hard against the door,
When I have let my darkness have its way,

And then I almost know that other world,
And live in small hard words from years ago
And cannot be at peace in any life.

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Originally Posted by freckle

From the forward book of poetry 2010..i think this a sad but beautifully constructed poem

That life
Kevin Hart

There is a life I've barely lived at all
And, summer afternoons, I feel it brush
Against me, heading somewhere far away,

Up in the north perhaps where the rain comes down
As if just thrown in vengeance for some wrong
No one remembers now, though people talk,

And in that life I stroll through open doors
And take the darkness offered every night
And am bewildered still by clocks and eyes.

It touches me, that breath, say once a year,
When ran hits thick and hard against the door,
When I have let my darkness have its way,

And then I almost know that other world,
And live in small hard words from years ago
And cannot be at peace in any life.

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A very moving poem Freckle - I've re-read several times and while I can relate to parts I can't seem to follow the whole. Is this about regret? Choices not taken? A past misdeed? A fear of the fragility of the present?:confused:

A Basho Classic.....

When I look carefully
I see the nazuna blooming
by the hedge!

All that remains.

Dog eared sepia,
Photos old,
Clothes that,
Smothered,
A young mans,
Dream LP's and,
Books wait in,
Rows never to be,
Heard or seen,
At the end we're,
All reduced to,
Nothing but fuel,
For a bonfire.

By Herakles

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Originally Posted by Herakles

All that remains.

Dog eared sepia,
Photos old,
Clothes that,
Smothered,
A young mans,
Dream LP's and,
Books wait in,
Rows never to be,
Heard or seen,
At the end we're,
All reduced to,
Nothing but fuel,
For a bonfire.

By Herakles

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I lovethe imagery in this one, nice one Matt

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Originally Posted by Old Whippet

There's something epic about geese at height - yesterdays were at about 4000 feet headed west towards Scafell


W shaped skein
high overhead morphs into
a broadening smile

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That's gorgeous OW. What a lovely image. Very apt for me too as I have just been given an artist's residency working with a museum and art studio on the theme of birds and migration. I'm going to start researching Yorkshire bird folklore so if anyone has any stories...do let me know!

Well done Hes.

Journey to Bedlam.

Vacant empty,
Passing the factory,
It's grimy filth laden,
Walls reflect in his,
Soulless orbs,
Acrid smoke pumping,
From the chimney,
Filling his lungs,
Taste like hell,
He doesn't care,
No reaction awaiting,
A living death,
Behind the gates of bedlam.

By Herakles