Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Race cancelled
spitting feathers
aimless trot at powburn

"disappointment" doesn't even cover it!...may have to post plath later on....!

sounds like others have had a more uplifting day thank heavens!!!

And after a perfect pre-race buildup as well. You were psyched up!

I hope they had a bloody good excuse. The only time I've ever cancelled a race was when there was a foot of snow on race day.

I'm braced for some more Plath!

[stevefoster]

Ran today relaxed and chilled,
Time mattered not, just the climbing,
It ended too soon for my liking.

[Harry H Howgill]

Ran today relaxed and chilled,
Time mattered not, just the climbing,
It ended too soon for my liking.

Just like your poem.

We're all going to have more poetic training diaries following this!

[freckle]

And after a perfect pre-race buildup as well. You were psyched up!

I hope they had a bloody good excuse. The only time I've ever cancelled a race was when there was a foot of snow on race day.

I'm braced for some more Plath!

Awwwww Merry thank you...the excuse was a little sign saying it wasn't safe (aaaaaargh!),...i was well up for it, never mind my brother took me for a yomp which dealt with some of the frustration!...anyhoo, i have cheered myself up by visiting e e cummings my old friend...onwards and upwards....

Here's to opening and upward

here's to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here's to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning's beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever's afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here's to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

ee cummings

[freckle]

Just like your poem.

We're all going to have more poetic training diaries following this!

I somehow missed this...its beautiful merry!.....very inspiring

[stevefoster]

Just like your poem.

We're all going to have more poetic training diaries following this!

I somehow missed this...its beautiful merry!.....very inspiring

Thank you kind people, it's just how i felt, enjoying this thread

[Harry H Howgill]

Awwwww Merry thank you...the excuse was a little sign saying it wasn't safe (aaaaaargh!),...i was well up for it, never mind my brother took me for a yomp which dealt with some of the frustration!...anyhoo, i have cheered myself up by visiting e e cummings my old friend...onwards and upwards....

It wasn't safe! Did they discover at the last minute that they'd organised it down the fast lane of the A1?

I dare say that is the last time you will (wont) be doing that again

I'm sure it'll inspire some good choices of poems tonight.

[freckle]

It wasn't safe! Did they discover at the last minute that they'd organised it down the fast lane of the A1?

I dare say that is the last time you will (wont) be doing that again

I'm sure it'll inspire some good choices of poems tonight.

I am afraid that soon i will have to adieu...ironing uniforms etc....will try and come up with something before i depart but i am feeling the need for the first meet of the poetic society sooner rather than later then hopefully the race will go ahead!.... just cos of the power of the fell poetic society like ye naaa !

[freckle]

something to look forward to..up a fell...some time soon, lets hope!

A Boundless Moment

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.

Robert Frost

[Harry H Howgill]

I am afraid that soon i will have to adieu...ironing uniforms etc....will try and come up with something before i depart but i am feeling the need for the first meet of the poetic society sooner rather than later then hopefully the race will go ahead!.... just cos of the power of the fell poetic society like ye naaa !

Whilst you are ironing you can be thinking of a Fell Poetry Society motto. All I can come up with is "Puns on the Run". But that is shockingly poor!