Today's poet

[Nathaniel Lee]

Really good Freckle. And top stuff from x runner.

[freckle]

Wow! and that's the 1st draft? intruiging to see how it will evole, and brave to do this publicly.

artistic licence my friend, artistic licence

oh and cheers herakles.......:-)

[Nathaniel Lee]

Snack.

You'll find me here,
Trying to find the words,
Sometimes i leave disappointed,
Not knowing if i'll write again,
But tonight at least,
If not a feast of prose,
Then a snack on a word or two.

By Herakles.

[freckle]

Snack.

You'll find me here,
Trying to find the words,
Sometimes i leave disappointed,
Not knowing if i'll write again,
But tonight at least,
If not a feast of prose,
Then a snack on a word or two.

By Herakles.

i really like this, sometimes writing can be a daunting process but its worth a go especially in such a supportive environment...

[Nathaniel Lee]

Past,Present,Future. {Complicated}.

If i was to say i love you,
What would you say to me ?,
Would you care, would you share,
Your purest place in your heart,
Am i to be given the keys,
To open your garden of delight,
Your eyes tell me the answer,
Before you utter a syllable,
Oh my beautiful, mysterious creature,
Why should those 3 words,
Strike fear into the heart of man,
Because my love is unrequited,
And forever is it likely to stay this way.

By Herakles.

[Nathaniel Lee]

Mighty Aphrodite.

Stardust in your eyes,
Beauty incarnate,
Aphrodite made flesh,
Wonderment,
Quiet contemplation,
From a distance,
My conscience pricks me,
The years pass.

By Herakles.

[Alf]

first draft


Gifts

I brought gifts, a dream,
above the edge of an escarpement,
unfathomable drop,
I felt the fear and the desire to fall.

Another dream, my naked torso,
huge cavernous omission where a stomach should have been,
the wind howling through.
After that I saw holes everywhere, and the drop,
some kind of pleasant vertigo followed.

At the theatre I gazed at the distance
between my seat and the stage
dizzied with the prospect of some magical falling,
not conceiving of decking out,
the unconscious illogical harness of certainty
held my risk taking mind.

Eventually the delectable fear of falling
could be resisted no longer,
and an unsuspecting catalyst
luminous hood in november rain,
unsure of the descent,
we peeled away, without realising
at each carapace.

And so began the journey,
crashing and banging
down a huge bamboo shoot
of possibilities,
I landed with a bump into uncertainty.
The chockstone unlodged, it got ugly,
I think...
I got ugly.
I wasn’t expecting that.

But now, after the machinations,
I catch glimpses,
here is the centre of myself,
a stillness forgotten.

Tonight my mother found some poems
written for her when I was a child
“you were always writing poems”,
I had forgotten completely,
it was a relief to remember.

Very good poem freckle with some great imagery there

Heck of a journey

[Harry H Howgill]

Nice one Freckle. Be brave. You'll know when the editing should stop and suddenly the draft which you thought might be there for a while becomes final copy in an instant.

first draft


Gifts

I brought gifts, a dream,
above the edge of an escarpement,
unfathomable drop,
I felt the fear and the desire to fall.

Another dream, my naked torso,
huge cavernous omission where a stomach should have been,
the wind howling through.
After that I saw holes everywhere, and the drop,
some kind of pleasant vertigo followed.

At the theatre I gazed at the distance
between my seat and the stage
dizzied with the prospect of some magical falling,
not conceiving of decking out,
the unconscious illogical harness of certainty
held my risk taking mind.

Eventually the delectable fear of falling
could be resisted no longer,
and an unsuspecting catalyst
luminous hood in november rain,
unsure of the descent,
we peeled away, without realising
at each carapace.

And so began the journey,
crashing and banging
down a huge bamboo shoot
of possibilities,
I landed with a bump into uncertainty.
The chockstone unlodged, it got ugly,
I think...
I got ugly.
I wasn’t expecting that.

But now, after the machinations,
I catch glimpses,
here is the centre of myself,
a stillness forgotten.

Tonight my mother found some poems
written for her when I was a child
“you were always writing poems”,
I had forgotten completely,
it was a relief to remember.

[Hes]

first draft


Gifts

I brought gifts, a dream,
above the edge of an escarpement,
unfathomable drop,
I felt the fear and the desire to fall.

Another dream, my naked torso,
huge cavernous omission where a stomach should have been,
the wind howling through.
After that I saw holes everywhere, and the drop,
some kind of pleasant vertigo followed.

At the theatre I gazed at the distance
between my seat and the stage
dizzied with the prospect of some magical falling,
not conceiving of decking out,
the unconscious illogical harness of certainty
held my risk taking mind.

Eventually the delectable fear of falling
could be resisted no longer,
and an unsuspecting catalyst
luminous hood in november rain,
unsure of the descent,
we peeled away, without realising
at each carapace.

And so began the journey,
crashing and banging
down a huge bamboo shoot
of possibilities,
I landed with a bump into uncertainty.
The chockstone unlodged, it got ugly,
I think...
I got ugly.
I wasn’t expecting that.

But now, after the machinations,
I catch glimpses,
here is the centre of myself,
a stillness forgotten.

Tonight my mother found some poems
written for her when I was a child
“you were always writing poems”,
I had forgotten completely,
it was a relief to remember.

Expletives come to mind...better not say them here, but my goodness this is good! The fear of falling, the miracle of remembering and rediscovery and the joy of finding yourself or the potential of yourself...themes that resonate so completely with me and, I am sure, many of us. Just keep writing Freckle.

[freckle]

Expletives come to mind...better not say them here, but my goodness this is good! The fear of falling, the miracle of remembering and rediscovery and the joy of finding yourself or the potential of yourself...themes that resonate so completely with me and, I am sure, many of us. Just keep writing Freckle.

Hes its good to have you back around...thanks for all the kind comments about this poem, its really validating when what you writes touches something in someone else.