Today's poet

[Hes]

I'm shattered so am off to bed but before I go, here is one from Erode Tamizhanban

the last breath caresses
my eyelids shut
encasing
an unborn sunrise within.


How gorgeous is that eh? Goodnight all.x

[Hes]

For what i must do i must climb,
So i must climb into bed,
And dream of climbing.

Goodnight all, sleep well

Night Merry. Sweet dreams.

[XRunner]

Then I went wassailing and think it maybe be time to look out a poem with that theme in mind...

Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

[freckle]

Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

Awwww thanks for that! good morning to you all!

[Nathaniel Lee]

Good morning everyone.

[stevefoster]

Good morning everyone.

Good morning

[Hes]

Just been for my first run since India. It became almost fairytalelike due to being through a woodland full of follies and up a steep gorge...am working on a few haikus based on that but for now here is something banal!

bent ankle, bruised knee
(the other one, thank goodness)
first run in the snow

[Hes]

Jolly Wassel-Bowl

A Wassel of good ale,
Well fare the runner's sole
That setteth this to sale - Our jolly Wassel
Good Freckle, here at your door
Our Wassel we begin
We are all maidens pure
We pray now let us in - With our good Wassel
Our Wassel we do fill
With apples and with spice
They kindly will agree
To take a good carouse - Of our Wassel
But here they let us stand
All freezing in the cold
Good Master give command
To enter and be bold - With our Wassel

so a 'pure maiden' are you XRunner...now that is something of a surprise!

[Derby Tup]

returning printer
tumbles through alien snow
dreaming of mangoes

[freckle]

The Cynics Only Love Poem

Love comes and goes
And often it has paused,
Then come back to see
The damage it has caused.


Brian Patten