Today's poet

[Hes]

Hes, loved the Scott verse. Very moving as you said, especially the blind mother and:

...........Floating
between landfalls,
between one hemisphere and another.
Between the words
"wife" and "widow."

That's the bit that was my undoing...the first time I read it I was snivelling for ages afterwards. Got one for you DT. I finally got Openworld from Amazon. Colleted poems of the Scottish poet Kenneth White.

Sesshu

After years in China
emptiness achieved
he painted
with the fewest of strokes
the hardness of rocks
the twistedness of roots.

[Hes]

I've had such an easy life.

Me too....travel and an open mind make you realise just how lucky you are!

[Derby Tup]

Sesshu

After years in China
emptiness achieved
he painted
with the fewest of strokes
the hardness of rocks
the twistedness of roots.

Wow.....brilliant

[stevefoster]

Me too....travel and an open mind make you realise just how lucky you are!

Watching the news and children in need makes me realise how lucky i am

[Hes]

Round North Again

Going Back Home

1
A blue-grey stillness
where the dark waters flow -
night of the heron.

2
That branch among the fern
was a red stag
sheltering from the rain

3
Why did he return
to that empty island?
bog-cotton in the wind,

4
Storm brewing
the world about to fall apart -
the cormorant's black cackle.

5
A grey shore
and a battered herring-box
Scott of Stornoway.

Kenneth White

[Hes]

Wow.....brilliant

Yes, apparently Sesshu was a Japanese painter in the 15th century who was to painting what Basho was to poetry 'effortless skill and an unmixed freshness'

[Old Whippet]

Gosh Hes...the Scott poem. Jaw dropping. Loads of lines lept out. This in particular.

Men returned from war
without faces, with noses lost
discretely as antique statues.

Are you going to pour another Talisker and treat us to another? Hope so.

[Harry H Howgill]

Me too....travel and an open mind make you realise just how lucky you are!

Picture a small waif of a child, in an African village, sobbing. It has been a long summer and if the rains don't come soon her poor father will have to sell his only possesions, his goats. The family's only income too. Her sister comes over to her as asks: "I know things are bad sister, but have hope and we shall survive this drout." Her sister looks up at her, eyes red, and replies tearfully: "It's not us I'm worried about, I hear they only get their bins collected once a fortnight in Milton Keynes."

[Mossdog]

Evening all
this mornings running report......


Had a little stomp around the house
My climbing trip scuppered by spouse
Set off on a run to collect the car
That was parked outside a city bar.
Setting off at a canny pace
Saw a stiffed legged badger with a grimacing face.
Heading out of this valley of mine
Arrived at the place where Derwent meets Tyne.
Over Scotswood bridge with a steady gait
Watched some rowers – a cox plus eight.
Onto to Scotswood Road, ‘gannin along’
The opposite way to the famous song.
Passing by Armstrong-Vickers
And trees festooned with witches knickers.
Turned my ipod up to drown the sound
Of cars and lorries all around.
Underworld and Finlay Quaye
Keeping me company along the way.
A seven mile run instead of a climb
And in my head composing this rhyme.
A pace of 7:40 seemed quite frisky
Taking into account last night’s whisky
Tomorrow morning, all being well
I’ll forget the road and stick to fell.

Superb OW. Hope you find the fells not too soaked!

[Hes]

Watching the news and children in need makes me realise how lucky i am

Pretty much the same thing MerryLegs - it was just live and interactive.