Today's poet

[Mossdog]

I don't know what I'm
talking about at all now
so I'll just shut up!

[Alf]

The Snow Storm

No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[Derby Tup]

Ilkley Moor Fell Race
five snowy slithery miles
new Walshes needed!

[Harry H Howgill]

Life, is a bit like
snow really, we lay around
and then fade away.

Life, is a bit like
Spring really, thrusting upwards
and ebullient.

I like it Mossy. I think you captured the ups and downs of life there.

I think you might have started something here with your "Life, is a bit like .... really" haiku start.

Life, is a bit like
today really; good bits, bad
bits, middling bits.

[Harry H Howgill]

That is a good one Alf. I hadn't seen the forecast so today's snow was a surprise. We had a lovely afternoon of sledging. My little lad finally got over being frightened of sledging and started enjoying it, so it was a lovely memorably day.

The Snow Storm

No hawk hangs over in this air:
The urgent snow is everywhere.
The wing adroiter than a sail
Must lean away from such a gale,
Abandoning its straight intent,
Or else expose tough ligament
And tender flesh to what before
Meant dampened feathers, nothing more.
Forceless upon our backs there fall
Infrequent flakes hexagonal,
Devised in many a curious style
To charm our safety for a while,
Where close to earth like mice we go
Under the horizontal snow.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

[Harry H Howgill]

Ilkley Moor Fell Race
five snowy slithery miles
new Walshes needed!

Evening DT; sounds like it was fun.

[Derby Tup]

Life is a bit like
a buffet or smorgasbord
mezze or thali

[Derby Tup]

Evening DT; sounds like it was fun.

Hi Harry Think you'd have enjoyed it! Great fun, nice to see lots of friends, clubmates and forumites and my tight / sore left calf survived How's your Achilles? You okay again?

[freckle]

I'm all for some saturday night telepathy! I have concluded myself that I am perhaps slightly eccentric...or fruity as a nutcake as my loveable friend once told me, but that is a great British tradition and I am all for a bit of tradition. I was getting worried in India because it was the third week and no Hotel California to be had anywhere then along comes a sitar player on New Year's Eve and hey presto...a rather twangy and hippified version. I was relieved that I would be able to catch my flight in Delhi.

ps my unwritten rule is that it has to be stumbled upon...you can't request it off of a busker or anything just because the border officials are getting restless.

Well i think i will join you in the fruit and nutcake stakes but perhaps for less glam reasons than world wide travel! picture this.....

Freckle does the ironing
in bright purple tights
with fluffy pale blue socks
and a pinny to boot!

my puter crashed last nite hence my abrupt exit! Chubbs I am glad you appreciated my comments and i really do hope you continue to write. I am not a surfer myself but I have known quite a few in my time and used to frequent the famous "surfers bar" in Tynemouth as a kid before it was burned down ...aye those were the days, vodka and orange excess to the sound of "ACEEEEEEEED"........I really couldn't stand the pace these days!

[N-dubya]

Been Getting back into a bit of training achilles giving me some Jip

Iron Breath

My lungs are burning the more
I breathe the more fuel,
I add to the fire.
By blood is boiling inside my
heart; some unkown valve, somewhere
amongst this untidy plumbing, is going
To be torn apart.

The valve issues a vapour,
It rises through my trachea,
and fills my mouth with the
tang of iron; the taste of blood.