Today's poet

[freckle]

Can't beat a bit of sheep derived merriment of an afternoon freckle

Indeed, i only wish there were more of them in Tyneside !

Herdwick sips a bottle of broon
in the middle of the toon!

[Derby Tup]

Stef and I were staying in the Lakes last week and the herdwicks were still lambing. It was terrific. We saw one real tiny that must have only been hours old

[freckle]

Stef and I were staying in the Lakes last week and the herdwicks were still lambing. It was terrific. We saw one real tiny that must have only been hours old

aw that sounds awesome :-)

[freckle]

Morning all....

Very moving poem about the loss of someone and how they continue on.....reading v nice and worth a listen to

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6455

[Mossdog]

Morning all....

Very moving poem about the loss of someone and how they continue on.....reading v nice and worth a listen to

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6455

How very moving, beautiful imagery. Thanks for posting Frecks. I'm going to Google Owen Sheers right now.

[freckle]

Its friday...............


Poetry

And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.

I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
planets,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.

And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.

Pablo Neruda

[Derby Tup]

Friday Pablo

[Mossdog]

Into My Own

ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.
I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.
They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

Robert Frost

[Alf]

Morning all....

Very moving poem about the loss of someone and how they continue on.....reading v nice and worth a listen to

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...do?poemId=6455

Thanks for posting that freckle, it brought to mind this sonnet by Wordsworth about the loss of his 3 year old daughter.

Surprised by joy - impatient as the wind

Surprised by joy – impatient as the wind
I turned to share the transport – Oh! With whom
But thee, long buried in the silent tomb,
That spot which no vicissitude can find?
Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my mind –
But how could I forget thee? - Through what power,
Even for the least division of an hour,
Have I been so beguiled as to be blind
To my most grievous loss? – That thought's return
Was the worse pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, one only, when I stood forlorn,
Knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time nor years unborn
Could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

William Wordsworth

[stevefoster]

Ode to a Scarecrow

Hey, be Seedy!
He effigy, hate shy
Jakey yellow men
Oh pique! You are rusty
You've double
You ex-wise head

Found this today and learn't my ABC at the same time