Today's poet

[Mossdog]

Its all explained here ---> wolde you bothe eate your cake, and have your cake?

Well said Proff Stolly.

And....

Cake
i wanted one life
you wanted another
we couldn't have our cake
so we ate eachother.

Roger McGough

[Einar]

Poem

I walk at the land's edge,
turning in my mind
a private predicament.
Today the sea is indigo.
Thirty years an adult –
same mind, same
ridiculous quandaries –
but every time the sea
appears differently: today
a tumultuous dream,
flinging its waves ashore –


Nothing resolved,
I tread back over the moor
– but every time the moor
appears differently: this evening,
tufts of bog-cotton
unbutton themselves in the wind
– and then comes the road
so wearily familiar
the old shining road
that leads everywhere
Kathleen Jamie

[Harry H Howgill]

Never understood that saying...surely if you have a nice cake, you'd want to eat at least some of it and real, as opposed to metaphorical, cake is about the only thing I find tempting right now!

There you go. The perfect post-run cake...

[freckle]

Your long hair shining
In the soft light of the fire
As we lean to kiss

Ooooo la la ! I like :-)

[freckle]

Poem

I walk at the land's edge,
turning in my mind
a private predicament.
Today the sea is indigo.
Thirty years an adult –
same mind, same
ridiculous quandaries –
but every time the sea
appears differently: today
a tumultuous dream,
flinging its waves ashore –


Nothing resolved,
I tread back over the moor
– but every time the moor
appears differently: this evening,
tufts of bog-cotton
unbutton themselves in the wind
– and then comes the road
so wearily familiar
the old shining road
that leads everywhere
Kathleen Jamie

beautiful......

[Einar]

Thanks! I'm new to this posting lark, and the standard of choice (and original poetry) on here is so high I was so nervous when I submitted at first....but you've all been great.

[freckle]

keep it coming einar!

well, a funny ol day...went to the gym for my induction, its all mod cons now I found with a little computer which calculates how many mins/cals you have expended etc...it was OK but it ain't running outside along the sea or the hills but ah well if i take my headphones next time at least I shall catch up on the news that day and have a little swim after...could be worse? ....anyhoo....on a different matter entirely....its been a while since we had the ol master on here is it not?......

Your hands

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

[Mountain Goatess]

Loving that Einar!

Poem

I walk at the land's edge,
turning in my mind
a private predicament.
Today the sea is indigo.
Thirty years an adult –
same mind, same
ridiculous quandaries –
but every time the sea
appears differently: today
a tumultuous dream,
flinging its waves ashore –


Nothing resolved,
I tread back over the moor
– but every time the moor
appears differently: this evening,
tufts of bog-cotton
unbutton themselves in the wind
– and then comes the road
so wearily familiar
the old shining road
that leads everywhere
Kathleen Jamie

[Mountain Goatess]

That's gorgeous Freckle.
Hey if you fancy a trot along the clifftops a la South Shields let me know....(see my next post too!)xxx

keep it coming einar!

well, a funny ol day...went to the gym for my induction, its all mod cons now I found with a little computer which calculates how many mins/cals you have expended etc...it was OK but it ain't running outside along the sea or the hills but ah well if i take my headphones next time at least I shall catch up on the news that day and have a little swim after...could be worse? ....anyhoo....on a different matter entirely....its been a while since we had the ol master on here is it not?......

Your hands

When your hands go out,
love, toward mine,
what do they bring me flying?
Why did they stop
at my mouth, suddenly,
why do I recognize them
as if then, before,
I had touched them,
as if before they existed
they had passed over
my forehead, my waist?

Their softness came
flying over time,
over the sea, over the smoke,
over the spring,
and when you placed
your hands on my chest,
I recognized those golden
dove wings,
I recognized that clay
and that color of wheat.

All the years of my life
I walked around looking for them.
I went up the stairs,
I crossed the roads,
trains carried me,
waters brought me,
and in the skin of the grapes
I thought I touched you.
The wood suddenly
brought me your touch,
the almond announced to me
your secret softness,
until your hands
closed on my chest
and there like two wings
they ended their journey.

[Mountain Goatess]

On The Cliff-Top

FACE upward to the sky
Quiet I lie:
Quiet as if the finger of God's will
Had bade this human mechanism 'be still!'
And sent the intangible essence, this strange I,
All wondering forth to His eternity.

Below, the sea's sound, faint
As dying saint
Telling of gone-by sorrows long at rest:
Above, the fearless sea-gull's shimmering breast
Painted a moment on the dark blue skies--
A hovering joy, that while I watch it flies.

Alike unheeded now
Old griefs, and thou
Quick-wingèd Joy, that like a bird at play
Pleasest thyself to visit me to-day:
On the cliff-top, earth dim and heaven clear,
My soul lies calmly, above hope--or fear.

But not--(do Thou forbid
Whose stainless lid
Wept tears at Lazarus' grave, and looking down
Afar off, upon Solyma's doomed town.)
Ah, not above love--human yet divine--
Which, Thee seen first, in Thee sees all of Thine!

Is't sunset? The keen breeze
Blows from the seas:
And at my side a pleasant vision stands
With her brown eyes and kind extended hands.
Dear, we'll go down together and full fain
From the cliff-top to the busy world again.

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik