Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Glad you enjoyed it Freckle - it is superb isn't it. Found it on

www.blackcatpoems.com/index.html

Having taught little one myself many, many moons ago (sorry, couldn't resist), I can advise you to use pototo prints to reproduce your card message(s).

er...that's potato (you can see why I'm no longer oin education).

[freckle]

Moon and fells.......


Moonlight

What time the meanest brick and stone
Take on a beauty not their own,
And past the flaw of builded wood
Shines the intention whole and good,
And all the little homes of man
Rise to a dimmer, nobler span;
When colour's absence gives escape
To the deeper spirit of the shape,

-- Then earth's great architecture swells
Among her mountains and her fells
Under the moon to amplitude
Massive and primitive and rude:

-- Then do the clouds like silver flags
Stream out above the tattered crags,
And black and silver all the coast
Marshalls its hunched and rocky host,
And headlands striding sombrely
Buttress the land against the sea,
-- The darkened land, the brightening wave --
And moonlight slants through Merlin's cave.

Victoria Sackville-West

Lovely HHH...and TRi your poem was grand...I am shattered so turning in, has been a lovely moon inspired evening...

underneath a new moon
a sunspot dreams
of a beguiling animal

the one who
w-a-t-c-h-e-s
her sleep

and guards
the entrance
i(l)n(o)t(v)o(e)

night all dear friends

[Harry H Howgill]

Sonnet of the Moon
by Charles Best, 1608
Look how the pale Queen of the silent night
doth cause the ocean to attend upon her,
and he, as long as she is in sight,
with his full tide is ready here to honor;

But when the silver waggon of the Moon
is mounted up so high he cannot follow,
the sea calls home his crystal waves to morn,
and with low ebb doth manifest his sorrow.

So you that are sovereign of my heart
have all my joys attending on your will,
when you return, their tide my heart doth fill.
So as you come and as you depart,
joys ebb and flow within my tender heart.

Lovely MG.

[Harry H Howgill]

Lovely HHH...and TRi your poem was grand...I am shattered so turning in, has been a lovely moon inspired evening...

underneath a new moon
a sunspot dreams
of a beguiling animal

the one who
w-a-t-c-h-e-s
her sleep

and guards
the entrance
i(l)n(o)t(v)o(e)

night all dear friends

night night Freckle. Don't forget your alarm clock tonight!

[Mountain Goatess]

Lovely MG.

Yes I think it is my favourite of the night.
Very moody isn't it!

Please all visit tonight's music thread....I have placed a very beautiful piece of music there which fits in lovely with tonights poem topic! xxx

[Mossdog]

Yeap. It's time to turn in too. Night all.

[Harry H Howgill]

A Lover's Rondeau

by: Christine Siebeneck Swayne



A clouded moon in summer skies
That arch a lover's paradise,
A moon, half-hid, that shimmers through
White clouds across the midnight blue;
Soft, blurring mist, that, trailing, flies,
To lodge where cloud-drift massing lies,
Where vapor mountains dimly rise,
Each snowy ridge line pointing to
A clouded moon;--
Here eyes gaze deep in thrilling eyes,
And arms reach out on love's emprise
While lips say only "you" and "you"--
On such a night men wed or woo,
While slowly down the heaven dies,
A clouded moon.

[Harry H Howgill]

Yeap. It's time to turn in too. Night all.

Night night all

[Mountain Goatess]

Night night all

Night everyone.

[freckle]

Top of the morning to ya!

I think i may have posted this one b4 but it remains lovely.....


Sleeping beside you I dreamt
I woke beside you;
Waking beside you
I thought I was dreaming.

Have you ever slept beside an ocean?
Well yes,
It is like this.

The whole motion of landscapes, of oceans
Is within her.
She is
The innocence of any flesh sleeping,
So vulnerable
No protection is needed.

In such times
The heart opens,
Contains all there is,
There being no more than her.

In what country she is
I cannot tell.
But knowing – because there is love
And it blots out all demons –
She is safe,
I can turn,
Sleep well beside her.

Waking beside her I am dreaming.
Dreaming of such wakings
I am all love’s senses woken.

Brian Patten