Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

'Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air' reminded me of a magical October afternoon up on Skiddaw a couple of years ago watching a skien of geese fly overhead at perhaps 5000ft

[Harry H Howgill]

I liked the line "no matter who you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination" i found it quite moving.....

Imagination:
Are you running from life
or running to life?

[Harry H Howgill]

'Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air' reminded me of a magical October afternoon up on Skiddaw a couple of years ago watching a skien of geese fly overhead at perhaps 5000ft

It was suicidal starlings round here today. Trying to do that whirling twirling thing they do in thir thousands in galeforce conditions. Points for effort!

[Nathaniel Lee]

There's some really great poetry again tonight. I am really enjoying reading this thread again.

[Hes]

For Hes, off on her travels soon;

It took me a while to get it as I'm a bit slow this evening. John Hegley is one of my favourites...

I'm in India
feeling more secure
and less likely to get chinned 'ere
I made friends with a steam-train firemen
who asked how long I would stay in his country
'Two weeks,' I replied
'Very short?' he probed
'I'm a very busy man.' I joked.
'What is it, the you do?' he probed further.
'Poetry!' I announced.
'Aha!' he pounced,
'Now I understand you,
my brother does the same.
Yes, very hard work:
the feeding, the cleaning, loading all the eggs on to
the lorry.'

Ha ha ha! Like it HHH, very funny. Thanks for your haiku earlier too, it was lovely. I can't believe I've been missing all this travel talk. I'm having to work on a commission and promised myself not to look in on the thread until I had drawn both the snowdrops and the crocuses...oooops!

[XRunner]

RUNNING


My breath is hampered, my face is bright red.
My legs are becoming weak and useless,
And now my hair is matted to my head,
From all my gross sweating I look a mess.
The hills seem to grow with each step of mine,
The wind whips my legs, as the cold grows worse.
I concentrate on the sidewalks cracked lines.
Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source.
When I run my world quickly whizzes by.
Running lets me contemplate my troubles,
My options seem to extend to the sky.
Running down the hill my slow pace doubles.
I start to head home, looking for my street,
Cleansing mind and body, running is a retreat.

(Amanda Rae Klohmann)

[Harry H Howgill]

Ha ha ha! Like it HHH, very funny. Thanks for your haiku earlier too, it was lovely. I can't believe I've been missing all this travel talk. I'm having to work on a commission and promised myself not to look in on the thread until I had drawn both the snowdrops and the crocuses...oooops!

That boss of yours is a hard task mistress! Maybe she'll let you back on when you've finished!

I'm looking forward to my first snowdrops and crocuses already! I've got a lawn full of them come spring.

[freckle]

Imagination:
Are you running from life
or running to life?

I used to think sometimes i was running from
but now with the help of some very wise friends
I realise
I am running to
L(l)I(o)F(v)E(e)

i know i know , i am getting a bit predictable...just wanted to say thanks to you guys thats all!

[freckle]

RUNNING


My breath is hampered, my face is bright red.
My legs are becoming weak and useless,
And now my hair is matted to my head,
From all my gross sweating I look a mess.
The hills seem to grow with each step of mine,
The wind whips my legs, as the cold grows worse.
I concentrate on the sidewalks cracked lines.
Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source.
When I run my world quickly whizzes by.
Running lets me contemplate my troubles,
My options seem to extend to the sky.
Running down the hill my slow pace doubles.
I start to head home, looking for my street,
Cleansing mind and body, running is a retreat.

(Amanda Rae Klohmann)

I loved this X Runner...i fear it will be an accurate descriptionof my simonside attempt in two weeks

[Harry H Howgill]

I can't think that anyone could have the imagination to write that without actually being a runner. That one works well with me. cheers XR

RUNNING


My breath is hampered, my face is bright red.
My legs are becoming weak and useless,
And now my hair is matted to my head,
From all my gross sweating I look a mess.
The hills seem to grow with each step of mine,
The wind whips my legs, as the cold grows worse.
I concentrate on the sidewalks cracked lines.
Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source.
When I run my world quickly whizzes by.
Running lets me contemplate my troubles,
My options seem to extend to the sky.
Running down the hill my slow pace doubles.
I start to head home, looking for my street,
Cleansing mind and body, running is a retreat.

(Amanda Rae Klohmann)