Today's poet

[freckle]

The good thing about anthologies (i think) is you discover poets you may have never come across before...i liked this short and sweet one by Lemn Sissay

Love Poem

You remind me
define me
incline me.

If you died
I'd.


I also found something else nice by him which made me think past the cold weather to warmer times....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHqDYgMRiEc

hope you liked it as much as i did!

[Harry H Howgill]

The good thing about anthologies (i think) is you discover poets you may have never come across before...i liked this short and sweet one by Lemn Sissay

Love Poem

You remind me
define me
incline me.

If you died
I'd.


I also found something else nice by him which made me think past the cold weather to warmer times....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dHqDYgMRiEc

hope you liked it as much as i did!

His love poem is class.

[freckle]

Busy Woman Dreams


Tomorrow,
With a careless air,
I shall say,
I will be gone for the day!
I shall put on my blue gown,
And in leisured way
Go to town.
There, I shall stop
At the newly opened shop
Where they keep such lovely things,
And, in unhurried way
Choose from some intriguing place
A richly colored robe,
Or some fine old lace;
Then, I shall browse
In the bookstand nearby,
Selecting some new book...
Tomorrow, I shall put
All waiting tasks upon the shelf
And spend one easy, carefree day
With my own self.
- Katherine Edelman

HHH you have outdone yourself here!....how utterly sweet of you, what a wonderful poem and one to print off and put on my wall at work i think so i can "escape" when i need to......THANK YOU

[Hes]

two women, six men, we run
past trees that dance in the wind
rhythmic feet strike the ground
our breath becomes one breath
my knotted stomach and silent day fades
a lone wolf back in the pack


not a haiku, not really anything much but anyway....

[Harry H Howgill]

HHH you have outdone yourself here!....how utterly sweet of you, what a wonderful poem and one to print off and put on my wall at work i think so i can "escape" when i need to......THANK YOU

I can imagine you swanning round Waterstones in your finest blue gown tomorrow. I wish I could be there to see it!

[freckle]

two women, six men, we run
past trees that dance in the wind
rhythmic feet strike the ground
our breath becomes one breath
my knotted stomach and silent day fades
a lone wolf back in the pack


not a haiku, not really anything much but anyway....

on the contrary Hes I think this conjures a wonderful image! love the line "my knotted stomach and silent day fades" and "past trees that dance in the wind" in fact pretty much all of it i love...

wish i had been there (although the blue gown may have got a bit hammered and i might have dropped a few poetry books!!!)

[Harry H Howgill]

A nice image.

I like the synchronicity when you've been running together for a while.

two women, six men, we run
past trees that dance in the wind
rhythmic feet strike the ground
our breath becomes one breath
my knotted stomach and silent day fades
a lone wolf back in the pack

[freckle]

a birth poem from the master, can't believe i didn't find it at the time but better late than never!

from spiralling ecstatically this
e e cummings

from spiralling ecstatically this

proud nowhere of earth’s most prodigious night
blossoms a newborn babe: around him, eyes
-gifted with every keener appetite
than mere unmiracle can quite appease-
humbly in their imagined bodies kneel
(over time space doom dream while floats the whole

perhapsless mystery of paradise)

mind without soul may blast some universe
to might have been, and stop ten thousand stars
but not one heartbeat of this child; nor shall
even prevail a million questionings
against the silence of his mother’s smile

whose only secret all creation sings

[Hes]

Thank you both. You are very sweet. I really like both your latest posts. That little love poem is a brilliant. Freckle, you would have been the belle of the ball if you'd come running with you gown and poetry books...

[Harry H Howgill]

That is lovely Freckle. Thanks for that.

a birth poem from the master, can't believe i didn't find it at the time but better late than never!

from spiralling ecstatically this
e e cummings

from spiralling ecstatically this

proud nowhere of earth’s most prodigious night
blossoms a newborn babe: around him, eyes
-gifted with every keener appetite
than mere unmiracle can quite appease-
humbly in their imagined bodies kneel
(over time space doom dream while floats the whole

perhapsless mystery of paradise)

mind without soul may blast some universe
to might have been, and stop ten thousand stars
but not one heartbeat of this child; nor shall
even prevail a million questionings
against the silence of his mother’s smile

whose only secret all creation sings