Oooo good luck with that one! might see you at the bar then!Originally Posted by Oven Gloves
I've entered the TWA (should that not have another T in it?) so you will no doubt hear fine anglo saxon never mind Geordie words leaving my lips
Oooo good luck with that one! might see you at the bar then!I've entered the TWA (should that not have another T in it?) so you will no doubt hear fine anglo saxon never mind Geordie words leaving my lips
Yes, there will be plenty of angst i am sure, the poets inspiration!ha ha - now that is a challenge. We want to hear a haiku from you all as you cross the finish line.
I'm not immune to a bit of angst either, both in races and life in general.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXHPk...eature=relatedI'm not immune to a bit of angst either, both in races and life in general.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
Nice pint of Cocker Hoop for me then pleaseOooo good luck with that one! might see you at the bar then!
Did I ever mention I'd finally seen Il Postino. Absolutely delightful.
Sonnet - LXIX
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.
Pablo Neruda
Am Yisrael Chai
Sadly I didn't see any eagles. I didn't see the deer eitherI did see a pair of black backed seagulls though
Thanks Stevie, some lovely lines about a very special place.
A word of caution - the purple vests have a joker in the pack. One very p***ed off NFR runner followed my wrong-headed line off Glaramara last year based on the same principles, and a whole legion went a-wandering on the wrong side of Green Gable at the Borrowdale last year on the same premise.
So...I suggest follow the purple by all means, except for the one that appears to be counting syllables on his fingers in preparation for an award winning finishing line haiku...or better still, learn how to use a compass, and write HHH's bearings down.
Ooooooo you are funny
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