Calderdale mist clears
revealing Stoodley Pike to
smiling fellrunners
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Poacher turned game-keeper
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
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"
Last edited by freckle; 23-01-2010 at 07:58 PM.
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.
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
Poacher turned game-keeper
There's a chinese called Nobby Longs ???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.