Today's poet

[freckle]

Evening all...lots of lovely contributions today Af I need to find a positive poem about the ageing process...you have set me a challenge and I will not flinch in meeting it! (but will defer til a later date as quite frankly I am shattered and desperate for a holiday!)...Hes lovely to see you back hope the art is still going well and DT nice to see our fave Neruda back on here...

found this and rather liked it...

After Love

Afterwards, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.

These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.

Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.

The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar

and overhead, a plane
singsongs coming down.

Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when

the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self

lay lightly down, and slept.

Maxine Kumin

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU1OI4UDeO0

http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetrya...o?poetId=10335

[freckle]

apparently maxine kumin was good friends with anne sexton....this clip is very bleak but i do like it nevertheless....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZDcARJqtqFs

[Harry H Howgill]

Thanks for this link HHH, I'mgoing to order a copy...sounds great!

And I thought you would have gone for the football haiku page!

It does look a great book. What a simple idea. We should do a wildlife version, or maybe a lakeland summits haiku book. It has got me thinking now.

[Derby Tup]

HHH, I noticed a link to Blurp www.blurb.com this evening on a blog. It didn't load well on my phone but I understand you can upload stuff and have it printed off as a hard copy book

A Fell Poet Society book would really be something!

[Harry H Howgill]

one more:

a distant gun shot
the copper beech blossoms black
eruption of crows

Lovely. There is so much going on there it seemed like much more than 17 syllables. But by jove, it is!

[Harry H Howgill]

A66 shut.
Richmond, Reeth, Muker. Swaledale
detour delightful

[Nathaniel Lee]

Suicide.

Tried suicide,
It's not what you think there's nowhere to hide,
You feel all the pain,
From all the loved ones out there that remain,
You don't break free,
Just lie there alone in your misery,
There is no light,
To take you away just jet black night,
One last rush of fire,
You take that last breath then you expire.

By Matt.

[Harry H Howgill]

HHH, I noticed a link to Blurp www.blurb.com this evening on a blog. It didn't load well on my phone but I understand you can upload stuff and have it printed off as a hard copy book

A Fell Poet Society book would really be something!

That is a useful link to have. Ta for that.

[Mossdog]

Love that neruda mossy...no one wants to be forgotten in matters of the heart...........

on a different note, my six year old daughter has taken an interest in writing poetry and i promised her i would post this her latest bit of work tonight....she was quite excited by the prospect bless her...nowt like a bit of nepotism eh?

A star
by Sophie

My world is like an ant and a pig
Some things are small and some things are big
In night I shimmer, sparkle and gleam
meanwhile children snore and dream
I am surrounded by planets, stars and the gloomy moon
and down in the street there is a doom.


think i can see a bit of a plath influence there!

Magnificent, and contains more than one universal truth too!

[Mossdog]

i like my body when it is with your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings


Well we have passed the 'watershed'!