Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

Golden Jaguar
Shanghai buffet restaurant
hot food, cold beer

[Stef F]

Nice

Golden Jaguar
Shanghai buffet restaurant
hot food, cold beer

[Derby Tup]

Nice

Eat as much as you like, with food from all over Asia, help yourself to Budweiser and Hagen Daas ice-cream too. Happy days!

[freckle]

a few memories of yesterday's anniversary waltz...hope you can access them OK

http://www.facebook.com/claire.walto...1&id=588177686

[emmilou]

a few memories of yesterday's anniversary waltz...hope you can access them OK

http://www.facebook.com/claire.walto...1&id=588177686

are these your photo's? Not on facebook so can't access them ..... glad you had a good run albeit extended! sent you a PM but it's hard to tell on this new look forum

[freckle]

I'll try and download them on here...wait a min....

[freckle]

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[freckle]

Sheep in Fog
Slyvia Plath

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

[Mossdog]

Sheep in Fog
Slyvia Plath

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

Hi Freckle, firstly, very well done all Poets who had a bash at the Anniv. Waltz. And HHH - WOW.

This is one of our Sylvia's I've over-looked, how did I manage that, so huge thanks for the discovery.

So for tonight can I offer:

Mean Time

The clocks slid back an hour
and stole light from my life
as I walked through the wrong part of town,
mourning our love.

And, of course, unmendable rain
fell to the bleak streets
where I felt my heart gnaw
at all our mistakes.

If the darkening sky could lift
more than one hour from this day
there are words I would never have said
or have heard you say.

But we will be dead, as you know,
beyond all light.
These are the shortened days
and the endless nights.

Carol Ann Duffy