Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

Or maybe it's sad cos it's not made up
Off for some food now, didn't eat enough today
Nice to see you Andy, great weather as well

Good to see you too Steve. Beautiful day for fell running poets

[freckle]

Mouth and Tongue

He belongs to her,
like a tongue to its mouth,
and the soft lips on her skull
seek him out,
as do the soft lips
on the bony mount.

He came this way
and forever changed the shape
of the ether in her rooms,
opened up the window
in the ceiling to her sky.

He held a cluster,
a loose cascade of rubies,
blue sapphires
and a solitary diamond
in his palm.

And while he spoke the words,
poem of his heart,
so she would know at last
with the forefront of her mind,
and cease forgetting,
he hung the gently sparkling stones
from every point in the space
wherein they stood.

Then he looked up,
silent, his smile trembling,
and watched her face
as she realised who he was,
what he had done.
For she belongs to him
like a mouth belongs
to its tongue.

Alisha Sufit

This is gorgeous as was DT's offering, nice haiku Hes...evening all, especially the birthday boy!

[Derby Tup]

Calderdale mist clears
revealing Stoodley Pike to
smiling fellrunners

[Harry H Howgill]

Well it is still early days, but there has been some stunning choices so far. Plus I love your haikus DT and Hes. Top effin alliteration.

Looking forward to TT's birthday offerings too.

no moon no stars no
sunset stolen by the mist
darkest night beckons

[freckle]

When You've Got
Helen Dunmore

When you have got the plan of your life
matched to the time it will take
but you just want to press SHIFT/BREAK
and print over and over
this is not what I was after
this is not what I was after.

when you have finally stripped out the house
with its iron-cold fireplace,
its mouldings, its mortgage,
its single -skin walls
but you want to write in the plaster
"This is not what I was after"

when you've got the rainbow-clad baby
in his state -of-the-art pushchair
but he arches back at you
and pulps his Activity Centre
and you just want to whisper
"This is not what I was after"

when the vacuum seethes and whines in the lounge
and the waste disposal unit blows,
when tenners settle in your account
like snow hitting a stove,
when you get a chat from your spouse
about marriage and personal growth,

when a wino comes to sleep in your porch
in your Citizen's Charter
and you know a hostel's opening soon
but your headache's closer
and you really want to torch
the bundle of rags and newspaper

and you'll say to the newspaper
"This is not what we were after,
this is not what we were after"

[Hes]

Well it is still early days, but there has been some stunning choices so far. Plus I love your haikus DT and Hes. Top effin alliteration.

Looking forward to TT's birthday offerings too.

no moon no stars no
sunset stolen by the mist
darkest night beckons

Gorgeous haiku HHH!

Alas my running inspired poem will have to wait as I have been asked round to my friends for tea and a jam (of the musical kind not the fruit and sugar sort). I must leave this world of passion and poetry for one of boozy musos. Hope you all have a good night.

Glad to hear DT and Merry had a good run at Hebden today.

[Derby Tup]

Hes might like this one from my new poetry book

One had a lovely face
And two or three had charm
But charm and grace were in vain
Beacause the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain

Memory W. B. Yeats

[Nathaniel Lee]

There's a chinese called Nobby Longs ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

[stevefoster]

Calderdale mist clears
revealing Stoodley Pike to
smiling fellrunners

Aye, it was an erie sight with just the top showing, wish i'd taken a camera, folk were skiing up there two weeks ago

[stevefoster]

There's a chinese called Nobby Longs ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Not sure if thats it's name but last time i ordered, that was the reply