Today's poet

I love this Mossy. Really gentle and beautiful.

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Originally Posted by Mossdog

The Hug

It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined
Half of the night with our old friend
Who'd showed us in the end
To a bed I reached in one drunk stride.
Already I lay snug,
And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side.

I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug,
Suddenly, from behind,
In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed:
Your instep to my heel,
My shoulder-blades against your chest.
It was not sex, but I could feel
The whole strength of your body set,
Or braced, to mine,
And locking me to you
As if we were still twenty-two
When our grand passion had not yet
Become familial.
My quick sleep had deleted all
Of intervening time and place.
I only knew
The stay of your secure firm dry embrace.


Thom Gunn

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Well, just repotted my tomatoes and am about to transplant my pumpkins and courgettes up to the allotment. I've been a stranger on here due to work, running, growing and romance so I enjoyed this Frost poem I just found very much!

Putting in the Seed

You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper's on the table, and we'll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea);
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a Springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

Robert Frost

a warm playful wind
ripples through a barley sea
curlews rise calling

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Originally Posted by Hes

a warm playful wind
ripples through a barley sea
curlews rise calling

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Hes,
Yesterday, whilst driving back from Aysgarth Falls, I was admiring the Yorkshire views from my passenger seat window. I watched the waves of a beautiful green field and tried to put the description into a poem/haiku.
You have just done it beautifully, thankyou xxx
PS. Didn't realise you were at Ripon 10 until I saw your name listed in the local free paper. Well done on your team win....I was a few minutes behind you x

Helen.

Sparta the land of beautiful women,
Did bring forth a woman who would cause a war,
Her majesty was such that whilst she was queen,
She charmed Paris of troy into her marriage bed,
But when her husband king of Sparta,
Went to his bed expecting his wife she was gone,
Taken to Troy with her new lover,
Menalaus' rage was immense and set after them,
With the biggest fleet greece had ever mustered,
To crush Troy murder his wifes lover and return his queen,
And so the story did unfold that after many years of fighting,
With many thousands dead,
Did a plan arise to sack Troy from the inside,
A horse of wood 40 cubits high sat silent,
Outside the impenetrable walls of Troy,
The Trojans thought it was a gift to apollo,
As the greeks seemed to have vanished,
So they rolled it in to take to the temple,
But when they slept the horse did gently stir,
An army of greeks took the city apart whilst the trojans slept,
Too late did they realise their folly,
And Troy was raised to the ground,
Menalaus captured his errant wife and took her back to Sparta,
But such was her beauty her husband forgave her,
And the woman who had caused such loss of life,
Of the good honourable men of the aegean,
Was allowed to live a long fruitful life,
And even now after 3000 years,
We still remember the name of Helen.

By Herakles.

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Originally Posted by Hes

a warm playful wind
ripples through a barley sea
curlews rise calling

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Hey Hes, lovely to see you back on again this is a beautiful and evocative haiku and that Frost poem is one of my fave's....i just checked out your photography on FB...awesome!!!!! :o) x

Herakles that was somee poem you just posted eductional I think? nice one :o)

Leaving the door a jar

Did I dream?
I was a child again
And leaving the door a jar
Quite on purpose
A shard of light
And the odd trip to the loo
From each parent
Bestowing a gaze or two
Invisible embraces
As I lay pretending to sleep
Adoration evidenced by stillness.

Time passes unusually,
As it does in dreams
And now, in the creaks
In the every day sounds
of this new (old) house
I sense
I have come home again
an ancient village of memories
is reawakened

Not with these boards,
Nor the enveloping woods,
Not in the coke fire,
or the nan like ceilings
In fact, not in this
or any other abode
can security be so tenured.

Its in the listening ear,
the invisible embraces
and hands upon hands
here where we walk
adjacent companions
and time owed in lieu
with a glance or two
of long forgotten stillness.

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Originally Posted by freckle

Leaving the door a jar

Did I dream?
I was a child again
And leaving the door a jar
Quite on purpose
A shard of light
And the odd trip to the loo
From each parent
Bestowing a gaze or two
Invisible embraces
As I lay pretending to sleep
Adoration evidenced by stillness.

Time passes unusually,
As it does in dreams
And now, in the creaks
In the every day sounds
of this new (old) house
I sense
I have come home again
an ancient village of memories
is reawakened

Not with these boards,
Nor the enveloping woods,
Not in the coke fire,
or the nan like ceilings
In fact, not in this
or any other abode
can security be so tenured.

Its in the listening ear,
the invisible embraces
and hands upon hands
here where we walk
adjacent companions
and time owed in lieu
with a glance or two
of long forgotten stillness.

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That's a truely delicious peom Freckle really well written. To me, it's perhaps reflecting a longing for/or maybe a recent experience of, early solid foundations. For me, that final verse is especially moving.

Delay

The radiance of the star that leans on me
Was shining years ago. The light that now
Glitters up there my eyes may never see,
And so the time lag teases me with how

Love that loves now may not reach me until
Its first desire is spent. The star's impulse
Must wait for eyes to claim it beautiful
And love arrived may find us somewhere else.

Elizabeth Jennings