Today's poet

[freckle]

I could be wrong but i think this has been posted before by Nightingale, anyway I read this today and it made me think of the weightlessness we associate with a sense of freedom generally...and how wonderful a sensation that it....

High Flight
John Gillespie Magee Jr

Oh! I have slippedthe surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds - and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of - wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air.
Up, up the long delirious, burning blue,
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or even eagle flew -
And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod
The high untresspassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.

[stevefoster]

The weightlessness we associate with a sense of freedom generally...and how wonderful a sensation that it....

Nice thought freckle, i heard it refered to as 'flow', when every action seems effortless, get that feeling on a run sometimes, but not often enough
But i agree, it's a wonderful sensation while it lasts, bit like writing poetry, it either flows, or it doesn't.

[freckle]

Good morning all! Have a wonderful day!

No sense of direction
Vernon Scannell

I have always admired
Those who are sure
Which turning to take,
Who need no guide
Even in war
When thunders shake
The torn terrain,
When battalions of shrill
Stars all desert
And the derelict moon
Goes over the hill:
Eyes chained by the night
They find their way back
As if it were daylight.
Then, on peaceful walks
Over strange wooded ground,
They will find the right track,
Know which of the forks
Will lead to the inn
I would never have found;
For I lack their gift,
Possess almost no
Sense of direction.
And yet I owe
a debt to this lack,
A debt so vast
No reparation
Can ever be made,
For it led me away
From the road I sought
Which would carry me to -
I mistakenly thought -
My true destination:
It made me stray
To this lucky path
That ran like a fuse
And brought me to you

[Nathaniel Lee]

Tri didn't know where to look as the Fell Poets Society Summer Picnic got a little out of hand !!!.


{Anyone fancy a bit of a caption contest no prizes though just for a laugh.Has to be Poetry thread related}

[Old Whippet]

Tri didn't know where to look as the Fell Poets Society Summer Picnic got a little out of hand !!!.

very good tri! and if I remember rightly, the song was appropriately called 'Go Wild in the Country'!
I'll bring the cucumber sandwiches (crusts removed of course).

Now back to work.....

[XRunner]

In Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, the poet and mathematician Lewis Carroll tells a tale of a mouse's tail using a long-tail-shaped arrangement of words. Such a poem--which is offered in the shape of its subject--is called a concrete poem. A more general category is visual poetry--in which the shape of the poem in some general way relates to the meaning of the poem.

"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.
"It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this :

[XRunner]

Here is a more colourful concrete poem:

[freckle]

In Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, the poet and mathematician Lewis Carroll tells a tale of a mouse's tail using a long-tail-shaped arrangement of words. Such a poem--which is offered in the shape of its subject--is called a concrete poem. A more general category is visual poetry--in which the shape of the poem in some general way relates to the meaning of the poem.

"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.
"It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was something like this :

Evening....Interesting and informative X Runner, thank you

[freckle]

Is anybody out there?

A code poem

The life that I have is all that I have
And the life that I have is yours.
The love that I have of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.

A sleep I shall have
A rest I shall have,
Yet death will be but a pause,
For the peace of my years in the long green grass
Will be yours and yours and yours.

- Leo Marks

[stevefoster]

Couple of good un's from freckle today
Not sure this morning's No Sense of Direction is good for fellrunning though