ooo that gave me goosebumps! Excellent.
Originally Posted by OneOffPoet
ooo that gave me goosebumps! Excellent.
Whilst I totally get the the bob graham round inspiration here, the poem just fantastically describes pretty much any high road crossing point. Although I mostly try and avoid civilisation crossing points while out running, there's a real satisfaction when you appear wet and muddy out of the gloom, say hello to a couple of 'civvies' parked up in a lay by, which to all intents and purposes they might feel is on top of the world, and then disappear again, hacking on up the next climb.Dunmail
A pass to most
A halt to us
A raise to most
A depth to us
North-south to most
East-west to us
Remote to most
Hubbub to us
Passed by to most
Absorbed by us
A verge to most
Parking to us
Unknown to most
Dear to us
A road to most
Dunmail to us
Who can almost hear them mumbling 'who was that fecking idiot' as you trot on
Excellent OneOff, a pleasure to read this am. - thanks.
Am Yisrael Chai
Ooooooooooooooooh Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Lovelllllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. YES!
Am Yisrael Chai
Todays sky is blanketed with grey!
The Cloud by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast;
And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,
Lightning, my pilot, sits;
In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,
It struggles and howls at fits;
Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,
This pilot is guiding me,
Lured by the love of the genii that move
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,
Over the lakes and the plains,
Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,
The Spirit he loves remains;
And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,
Whilst he is dissolving in rains.
The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,
And his burning plumes outspread,
Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,
When the morning star shines dead;
As on the jag of a mountain crag,
Which an earthquake rocks and swings,
An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of its golden wings.
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,
Its ardors of rest and of love,
And the crimson pall of eve may fall
From the depth of Heaven above,
With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,
As still as a brooding dove.
That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the Moon,
Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,
By the midnight breezes strewn;
And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,
Which only the angels hear,
May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,
Like a swarm of golden bees,
When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,
Are each paved with the moon and these.
I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,
And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;
The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,
Over a torrent sea,
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--
The mountains its columns be.
The triumphal arch through which I march
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,
Is the million-colored bow;
The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,
While the moist Earth was laughing below.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change, but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Ok, I'm sorry. But for once fell running isn't the only thing dominating my thoughts........ Er....maybe we need a sub-section to this thread? 'Incurable Romantic Fell Running Poets Section'?????
INVISIBLE KISSES
by Lemn Sissay
If there was ever one
Whom when you were sleeping
Would wipe your tears
When in dreams you were weeping;
Who would offer you time
When others demand;
Whose love lay more infinite
Than grains of sand.
If there was ever one
To whom you could cry;
Who would gather each tear
And blow it dry;
Who would offer help
On the mountains of time;
Who would stop to let each sunset
Soothe the jaded mind.
If there was ever one
To whom when you run
Will push back the clouds
So you are bathed in sun;
Who would open arms
If you would fall;
Who would show you everything
If you lost it all.
If there was ever one
Who when you achieve
Was there before the dream
And even then believed;
Who would clear the air
When it's full of loss;
Who would count love
Before the cost.
If there was ever one
Who when you are cold
Will summon warm air
For your hands to hold;
Who would make peace
In pouring pain,
Make laughter fall
In falling rain.
If there was ever one
Who can offer you this and more;
Who in keyless rooms
Can open doors;
Who in open doors
Can see open fields
And in open fields
See harvests yield.
Then see only my face
In the reflection of these tides
Through the clear water
Beyond the river side.
All I can send is love
In all that this is
A poem and a necklace
Of invisible kisses.
Am Yisrael Chai
Yes, there needs to be health warning too as they always make me cry!!
You soppy bugger Mossdog! Pull yourself together
Joking apart, great poem!
Poacher turned game-keeper
I adore this poem thank you so much for posting it....i had tried to find it recently and couldn't quite remember what it was called...i once had a copy of him reading it which is beautiful will try and find it.....loveleeeeeeeeeeeeee!
ps ...just found it here....
http://www.lemnsissay.com/recordings/index.htm
i am nearly crying now too emmi!
Last edited by freckle; 29-04-2010 at 11:21 AM. Reason: found link
[QUOTE=Mossdog;328801]Ok, I'm sorry. But for once fell running isn't the only thing dominating my thoughts........ Er....maybe we need a sub-section to this thread? 'Incurable Romantic Fell Running Poets Section'?????QUOTE]
Great poem Mossy. I like the sub-section idea too, would save us making some of the other forumites want to vomit. I think the current thought diversion has been a common theme with some of us on the thread!I can very much relate to your comments and unfortunately have not been posting much due to being preoccupied and also writing poetry that I am rather shy about posting.
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