Today's poet

[freckle]

five Wharfedale dippers
handsome and be-waistcoated
sing their songs of spring

lovely imagery, you are consistently good dt and i hope your mum appreciates it!

[Derby Tup]

lovely imagery, you are consistently good dt and i hope your mum appreciates it!

I'll tell her when I see it in the mag. Honest!

[freckle]

I'll tell her when I see it in the mag. Honest!

she will be so proud!!!!!!!....

[Nathaniel Lee]

As posted previously feeling pretty devoid of inspiration at the moment. Do you all mind if i just pop on the thread say hello etcetera until such time my creative juices return. Oh and i'm going to see An audience with The Chuckle Brothers in April.

[Derby Tup]

As posted previously feeling pretty devoid of inspiration at the moment. Do you all mind if i just pop on the thread say hello etcetera until such time my creative juices return. Oh and i'm going to see An audience with The Chuckle Brothers in April.

Herakles, I didn't write anything for a long while during the winter. It'll come back mate

[Hes]

As posted previously feeling pretty devoid of inspiration at the moment. Do you all mind if i just pop on the thread say hello etcetera until such time my creative juices return. Oh and i'm going to see An audience with The Chuckle Brothers in April.

As one of our most prolific poets, I think you deserve a break Herakles. Sit back and enjoy. Don't worry about your muse, it will return. Just go with the flow and tell yourself that you will not wrte anything for at least seven days. As soon as you take the pressure off, my bet is you'll suddenly find the words come flooding back.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thanks everyone.

[Hes]

Unclaimed

To make love with a stranger is the best
There is no riddle and there is no test -

To lie and love, not aching to make sense
Of this night in the mesh of reference.

To touch, unclaimed by fear of imminent day
And understand, as only strangers may.

To feel the beat of foreign heart to heart
Preferring neither to prolong nor part.

To rest within the unknown arms and know
That this is all there is, that this is so.

Vikram Seth

[Nathaniel Lee]

I like that essentially in my opinion putting forward a paradox that love in fact makes the purity of the moment/experience more difficult to achieve due to the maze of entwined emotions/experiences you and your partner share. So love defaces purity. I know where the poet is coming from it is very hard to completely disentangle yourself from your joint emotions/experiences without much practice.

[Hes]

All whom I welcome leave without my leave

All whom I welcome leave without my leave,
Just as they come without my invitation
I am not their host so why do I grieve?

Respite from sickness is a mere reprieve,
Death remains the final registration.
All whom I welcome leave without my leave.

While graying hair and shades of old age cleave
To me, those I love abandon station.
I am not their host, so why do I grieve?

Because I wear my heart upon my sleeve,
I stumble, prey to Death's revelation:
All whom I welcome leave without my leave.

A spectator's role I cannot achieve;
My life explodes in participation.
Though I am not their host, must I still grieve?

I writhe in every net that Fate may weave.
Wisdom accepts my human condition.
All whom I welcome leave without my leave;
I am not their host, so why do I grieve?

Debjani Chatterjee