Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Daybreak.

Sunrise, Tired eyes,
Her breath soft and slow,
She stirs awake her gentle sighs,
Each day for her my love does grow.


By Matthew Harmston.

[freckle]

Daybreak.

Sunrise, Tired eyes,
Her breath soft and slow,
She stirs awake her gentle sighs,
Each day for her my love does grow.


By Matthew Harmston.

nice one tri

[Derby Tup]

a pagoda appears
through ethereal mist
as the sun rises

[Old Whippet]

a pagoda appears
through ethereal mist
as the sun rises

really enjoying the travelogue. I wonder if Hes will have similar internet access in India?

[freckle]

a pagoda appears
through ethereal mist
as the sun rises

another beautiful set of images all the way from our poet in china...i'm not sure when you set off for home DT but safe journey and hope it is not too much of an onerous one...take care

[freckle]

really enjoying the travelogue. I wonder if Hes will have similar internet access in India?

I do hope so...Hes we will miss you otherwise...promise you will take down lots of scribblings whilst you are there

[Old Whippet]

Daybreak.

Sunrise, Tired eyes,
Her breath soft and slow,
She stirs awake her gentle sighs,
Each day for her my love does grow.


By Matthew Harmston.

I like this t-m. She's a lucky girl.
Oh, and yes - I'd be up for some BGR collaboration over the next year. Billy Bland is quoted as saying it is just a walk...and proved it. Thus diminishing the hard-won achievements of many.
I think we mortals may have to do a canny bit of running.

[Derby Tup]

I'm flying home tomorrow evening Chinese time and arrive back in Manchester Thursday lunchtime. Cannot wait to get home tbh

I hope very much Hes posts some poetry based on her travels in India too

[freckle]

I found some delightful children's poetry on my lunch...it is by Helen Thomas who is a friend of my colleague's...i think it is rather sweet and silly...

When all the world was made of sugar

Long, long ago,

Before the time we call ‘primordial’

The world was made of sugar,

And the sea was lime cordial.

The fish were made of jelly,

But they didn’t have a sting,

They were sweet and filled your belly,

With a wobble and a zing.

All the waterfalls were flowing,

With cool fizzy orangeade:

Carrot coloured soda pop,

Dropping a cascade,

Of sparkly, skipping, bubbles,

Spilling down into a lake

Of sherbet, where the lily pads

Were made of jaffa cakes,

Floating on the surface,

Feeding families of frogs,

Watched by friendly crocodiles

Eating chocolate logs.



I also really liker her "scabby knees" poem...worth checking out at ....
http://www.creativewomensnetwork.co....Poetspoems.htm

[Derby Tup]

lily pads.....made of jaffa cakes