Today's poet

[freckle]

I am taking the rowing seriously mind you, despite planning to race Tebay too. ;-)

Mmmmm.....well at least I shouldn't get lost with two knights in shining armour shouting at me to row faster! :-) or can I just enjoy the view like a little madam?

[freckle]

Hello all
cheers for setting up the simon thread frecks, clarified a lot of e mails i received cheers fro clarifying that other thing HHH. Here's one I wrote in retrospect of something that happened about 16-17 years ago.


I have seen the Rings of Saturn
from the window of a train, cue ball
sized limestone chippings, patternless
to the human eye - and brain.
Beige, off white and tonal greys.
I wonder: now, if there had been time
to count them on the idled carriage
in the countryside. Slowly with no intent
of haste the train pulls away; as it should
At first they blurred and then they fuzzed,
then a wobbling image like a child learning
to ride a bike...
Perfect stripes were rushing past,
leaving lingering trails like those
which hang in the night when you write
words with a sparkler.
For me, one less mystery and
the universe is a bit less darker.
You don't have to consider gravity
or account for the affects of space/time
curavature you can see the universe
from the comfort of British Rail furniture.

There is something really quite magical about this poem NDubya...funnily enough I felt it transported me to my own childhood when I used to take the train to London to see my mothers family there...your description of the perfect stripes linked with this memory (though i have to confess I wouldn't have been thinking about physics as i am not a technical person!!)...however it reminded me of those meditative moments that you sometimes get on long train journeys and how your attention can become focused on a particular phenomena in such a way.....brilliant and multi layered as ever!

[freckle]

Aye - apparently it was a crap place to be billeted in the days of national service!

Dear me!.....Well all I can say is I wish I had a swear box on this thread tonight! I would have paid for a facial three times over!...or perhaps a pair of walshes (does that sound better?) ;-)

[Harry H Howgill]

Mmmmm.....well at least I shouldn't get lost with two knights in shining armour shouting at me to row faster! :-) or can I just enjoy the view like a little madam?

You'll have to practice being a little madam. You've only got a couple of months, but goddammit I think you might just get there.

[freckle]

You'll have to practice being a little madam. You've only got a couple of months, but goddammit I think you might just get there.

Excellent! I'll start honing these skills forewith! :-)

[freckle]

Goodnight all...just popping off to combine romance with real ale (Amelie and "Old Bob"....)

here's a bit of soppiness before I go....

What Fields Are As Fragrant As Your Hands?

What fields are as fragrant as your hands?
You feel how external fragrance stands
upon your stronger resistance.
Stars stand in images above.
Give me your mouth to soften, love;
ah, your hair is all in idleness.

See, I want to surround you with yourself
and the faded expectation lift
from the edges of your eyebrows;
I want, as with inner eyelids sheer,
to close for you all places which appear
by my tender caresses now.


Translated by John J.L. Mood

Rainer Maria Rilke

[Nathaniel Lee]

Spirit Of Fell Running.

The fresh air flows past me,
Setting my senses afire,
With the multitude of smells and sounds,
It's such joy to be in the hills running,
Being one with the nature,
That i am a part of,
These are my elysian fields,
Amongst the bogs, hills and tarns,
Of this fair land.

By Herakles.

[Derby Tup]

hill repetitions
on sun drenched Ilkley Moor
what an evening!

[Harry H Howgill]

Nice one Herakles

It was a great night to be out running tonight.

Spirit Of Fell Running.

The fresh air flows past me,
Setting my senses afire,
With the multitude of smells and sounds,
It's such joy to be in the hills running,
Being one with the nature,
That i am a part of,
These are my elysian fields,
Amongst the bogs, hills and tarns,
Of this fair land.

By Herakles.

[freckle]

hill repetitions
on sun drenched Ilkley Moor
what an evening!

nice......:-)