Today's poet

[Stef F]

Oh that's so funny; runners feet are usually revolting at the best of times
I feel inspired.....

Your Feet
Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


Mmmm I wonder if dear ol Pablo would have felt so adoring of your average fell running tootsie's ?

she says...to herself......

tumbleweed.........................tee hee !

[Stef F]

Fell Runners Tootsies!

Long ones, thin ones
short ones, fat ones
fell runners tootsies
all shapes and sizes
and full of nasty surprises

A toe nail missing here
a fungal infection lurking there
fell runners tootsies
what a shocking sight
you're sure to get a fright!

Blisters on the heels
blisters on the toes
fell runners tootsies
mud stains in the creases
a pungent smell releases


Sorry...bad I know

[Hes]

Your Feet
Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


Mmmm I wonder if dear ol Pablo would have felt so adoring of your average fell running tootsie's ?

she says...to herself......

tumbleweed.........................tee hee !

Love it Freckle!!! My feet looked appalling after the National Cross Country championships on saturday and I had to wear high heels in the evening for a masked mardi gras! Ended up kicking them off and dancing barefoot. Ran at Commondale today and had a good one but got very muddy all over again...what would Pablo say?! Hope you had a good race on Saturday.

[Hes]

Fell Runners Tootsies!

Long ones, thin ones
short ones, fat ones
fell runners tootsies
all shapes and sizes
and full of nasty surprises

A toe nail missing here
a fungal infection lurking there
fell runners tootsies
what a shocking sight
you're sure to get a fright!

Blisters on the heels
blisters on the toes
fell runners tootsies
mud stains in the creases
a pungent smell releases


Sorry...bad I know

That is gross and great at the same time! Nice work Stef!!

[Hes]

Is there such a thing as a two-off-poet? The last line popped in my head as a memory from Martcrag and out came the notebook…

The idea is you're only halfway in distance/physical effort…


Martcrag Moor - a poem

Things are getting serious now that we're on the moor
The fells that lie ahead are even bigger than before
So far so good especially now that Steel Fell's out the way
And the sun has joined the party in a non-committal way

Things are getting interesting now we're on the moor
A hiatus in the jumbled peaks devoid of pitch and yaw
A place to measure progress made between the rise and fall
The map says that we're halfway but we're not halfway at all

I really like that! Especially the last couple lines.

[Stef F]

That is gross and great at the same time! Nice work Stef!!

Thanks Hes

I wanted to write more but I thought I'd better stop before it got even worse

Nail varnish is a great thing...goes on even if there is no toenail present!

[Harry H Howgill]

Nail varnish is a great thing...goes on even if there is no toenail present!

Well it is only first thing Monday morning but I've learnt something new already this week!

[Harry H Howgill]

I'm sure he would have come up with something good. But maybe not as good as Stef F did mind you. That was class! I watched the first half of Il Postino last night and loved it. It is a beautifully shot film. I love it where he keeps on pausing with pencil over a blank pad. That made me smile as I've certainly been there.

Your Feet
Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.


Mmmm I wonder if dear ol Pablo would have felt so adoring of your average fell running tootsie's ?

she says...to herself......

tumbleweed.........................tee hee !

[Harry H Howgill]

Love it Freckle!!! My feet looked appalling after the National Cross Country championships on saturday and I had to wear high heels in the evening for a masked mardi gras! Ended up kicking them off and dancing barefoot. Ran at Commondale today and had a good one but got very muddy all over again...what would Pablo say?! Hope you had a good race on Saturday.

That sounds like a busy weekend Hes. Muddy grass, Mardi Gras, Muddy grass again!

Hope the feet survived!

[Mossdog]

Cadence

I’d forgotten, my companion,
the one that never lets me down,
step after step
you take me,
heavy legs and gasping for breath,
back, each time
to the same conclusion,
YOU.

carry your SELF,
consistently and with perseverance
the rest will follow.
If you dare not look down this escarpement,
then look up.
If you are scared of slipping,
take your time,
but don’t relinquish.

Head down, small steps,
nobody else is going to get you out
of this little predicament.
The vista is sweet,
if only you will allow your eyes
to open
and falling (or is it flowing)
is just as good as it ever was,
if you could just let your
legs (heart) go.

Rome wasn’t built in a day,
and shoddy brickwork
never did anyone any favours,
so simmer down,
head up
and move bonny lass!

'Way To Go' Freckie, you see you can inspire in many more ways than you might think