Today's poet

[freckle]

Alzebra was never my strongpoint
Goodnight freckle

aye...nor mine!!!!!!!!!
night merry!

[Hes]

Glad you liked it Mossy it was from a bool called "Staying Alive" an anthology...

Hey Stevie's back! welcome back Stevie some lovely choices from you today....

I am struggling to keep up tonight...feeling very tired after "racing" yesterday, but lots of nice memories to look back on...our Hes did very well! and scored with two bottles of red wine (i suspect that is why she is quiet!!!!!!!)

Hi there Freckle, it was brilliant to see you. I haven't actually cracked open the wine yet as I was too knackered and had to sleep! It was tough one wasn't it but so nice to finally meet you. It is great to see Stevie back here. I've been such a stranger to the thread lately but I am planning on a comeback!

[Hes]

Gisborough Moors

over gorse clad moors
below the open blue sky
two fell poets ran

[Hes]

woken by sunlight
to be lost in those grey eyes
a lone curlew cries

[Hes]

Alicante

An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of the night
Warmth of my life.

Jacques Prevert

[Harry H Howgill]

THis is so sweet Harry, lovely!

Anyhow whats all this about a hard run? has your heel fattened up now? and if so what's the magic secret to a fat heel but a slim belly?....don't tell me if it involves getting rid of snecklifter !

It is getting too near the AW to not start running again, so I'm giving it a go. Now whether I'll end up in a big heap with an injured foot again I don't know. We will see.

There hasn't been a complete elimination of booze you'll be pleased to hear though. I just cut down at breakfast that is all!

[Harry H Howgill]

(Y x 5) before (F x 10) would result in X's for eyes which would equal 0 mileage or F all

Funny stuff from you and Freckle there.

[Stevie]

Oh I do like a bit of Mary Oliver now and then.....

Spring

Somewhere
a black bear
has just risen from sleep
and is staring
�
down the mountain.
All night
in the brisk and shallow restlessness
of early spring
�
I think of her,
her four black fists
flicking the gravel,
her tongue
�
like a red fire
touching the grass,
the cold water.
There is only one question:
�
how to love this world.
I think of her
rising
like a black and leafy ledge
�
to sharpen her claws against
the silence
of the trees.
Whatever else
�
my life is
with its poems
and its music
and its glass cities,
�
it is also this dazzling darkness
coming
down the mountain,
breathing and tasting;
�
all day I think of her -—
her white teeth,
her wordlessness,
her perfect love.

Nice one Freckle, I love the kind of poem that makes me sit back and ask myself what life is really all about - it's easy to get so caught up in all the minutiae of daily life, trying to achieve material things, that you lose sight of the big picture. The idea that life can also be about recognising and appreciating beauty in various forms is fantastic. This is that kind of poem. Thanks

[Stevie]

Good Morning, It Is Spring


It's brisk enough to make me glad I brought a jacket,
But warmer than it has been.

...

I've found that self-realization precedes self-actualization,
And is the essence of what I've learned.

Benjamin Feliciano

Merry it's nice the way the poem moves from Spring temperatures to thoughts about self-actualisation. I think self-realisation is the hard bit - most people never find it, and some only find it by accident. Does fell running help us find out who we really are? I think yes, by putting myself in extreme situations I discover a bit more about myself.

[freckle]

Gisborough Moors

over gorse clad moors
below the open blue sky
two fell poets ran

AW this is lovely...it was brilliant to see you Hes and you ran so well, exxcellent stuff!...I am still sufferring now!

I have woken to some lovely choices again here, hope to be back later

ps Harry you have inspired me to cut down on morning sneckliftering! have a good day all
x