Best wishes to the house of WhippetOriginally Posted by Old Whippet
Best wishes to the house of Whippet
Morning all!
New Every Morning
Susan Coolidge
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
And older sinning,
Troubles forecasted
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
Gosh you lot have been busy! I've just escaped the asylum that was the train to Varanasi and am caling myself with your poetry. Tri...you've been writing some genius stuff!
OW, Freckle and HHH, I do love it when you all go head to head, you make me laugh. Ok... a couple from the last few days and then I better go and have a swim in the Ganges (ony joking!!).
walking the tideline
there is no place to hide from
persistant gypsies
another country
this night beach of sleeping dogs
awash with moonlight
last day on the beach
the waves carry marigolds
to bloom on the sand
Tibetan woman
fingers her beads and murmurs
prayers on the train
thirty eight hours
counting down to our escape
from this nightmare train
More lovely travel haiku HesYou must be made of tough stuff to endure 38hours on an Indian train
love these hes. Especially the 2 beach ones.
38 hours on a train? I struggle with the 3 and a bit hours on the 125 to London!
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of sad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
W B Yeats
Come, the wind may never again
Blow as it now blows for us;
And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us,
And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love
in mine!
Emily Brontë
THis is so nice DT...bittersweet
Hes-so good to hear from you and really enjoying your haiku travel log, you certainly must be tough!...enjoy the rest of your journey
Two Lunches
(o)i(n)n(e)
beginning/end/beginning
Waves crash, renewal and destruction
with each cycle
a hound looks on
Low fell soup
and chicken sarnies
replenishes a weary sunspot
Nice one DT, and you've prompted me to seek out a few others from our Emily.
THE OLD STOIC
by: Emily Brontë (1818-1848)
ICHES I hold in light esteem,
And Love I laugh to scorn;
And lust of fame was but a dream
That vanish'd with the morn:
And, if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear,
And give me liberty!'
Yea, as my swift days near their goal,
'Tis all that I implore:
In life and death a chainless soul,
With courage to endure.
Am Yisrael Chai
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