Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

giant golden disc
eases slowly into view
thoughts turn to springtime

Did anyone else see this mornings beautiful sunrise?

[Nathaniel Lee]

Nice DT. Good lyrics ZHR. Shall we see some more of you this evening ?.

[Derby Tup]

Nice DT. Good lyrics ZHR. Shall we see some more of you this evening ?.

I've got works Christmas do in a couple of hours and I suspect Zootie's still recovering from last night's overindulgence. His lyrics made me smile

Hope you're okay tri?

[ZootHornRollo]

I've got works Christmas do in a couple of hours and I suspect Zootie's still recovering from last night's overindulgence. His lyrics made me smile

it's better with the music:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=twV9CY8NCGs

and yes you're right DT, it's rehab for me tnoight ...

[Nathaniel Lee]

Yes, I'm fine one of the very,very few advantages of having my disorder for the last 25 years it does give me a lot of situations, feelings,actions,experiences and thoughts that i am able to write down.Although i wouldn't wish a lot of them on anyone. I view my poems as therapeutic and positive even when to others they may read grim.

[Derby Tup]

Good, glad you hear you're fine t-m

I'd guessed your poetry was therapeutic. It's power stuff and often very moving

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thank you for your compliment. DT what part of derbyshire are you from originally ?.

[Derby Tup]

I was born in Derby but lived in Amber Valley area around 10miles North of Derby until coming up to Yorkshire 5years ago I love it up here and doubt I'll ever move back to the East Mids

[freckle]

giant golden disc
eases slowly into view
thoughts turn to springtime

Did anyone else see this mornings beautiful sunrise?

unfortunately not....beautiful haiku tho DT...loved the lyrics Zoot hope you can become a regular on here, more moving words Tri.....

I have been reading margaret atwood today, here's a nice one...

The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,

is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.

No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.

here is a link to a webiste where you can hear atwood reading some of her own work, its well worth a visit, her accent is amazing....

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...t.do?poetId=96

[Nathaniel Lee]

Lovely Freckle. Are you dipping in tonight or spending a while on the thread ?.