As a fan of haiku...I like this...not sure I'd want to keep my sarnies in that bag though!
Originally Posted by not mad enough
As a fan of haiku...I like this...not sure I'd want to keep my sarnies in that bag though!
like wind blown snowflakes
the wings of fluttering moths
caught in the headlights
The skein of geese
as an archery's arrows -
flying with purpose
You're in fine form at the moment Hes
Sonnet LXXXI
Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.
No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.
Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,
while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream
Pablo Neruda
Thanks DT and I really like your Neruda choice.
Ok, in honour of National Poetry Day and the subject of home, I've dashed off a ditty, heartfelt but probably a bit cheesy, however, I know a lot of us enjoy a bit of cheese...eh Freckle?! :wink:
Home
Once I felt like flotsam
Floating in the sea
No future there to dream of
I lived from memory
I strode into the world
Seeking love in foreign faces
Longing for an anchor
A belonging in strange places
Never staying still
I moved from here to there
But always it was me I found
In the clear, objective air
Finally, exhausted
To my birthplace I returned
Longing to create again
Images in me burned
But still I kept on moving
Though friendship smoothed the way
Until one day I heard
Of a place where I could stay
Cold and damp and lonely
It stood unloved and still
But I could feel the draw
Despite the winter chill
Four years ago it was
When at last I came aground
I sense the earth beneath me
In this haven that I’ve found.
A feeling of connection
Stays with me when I roam
and when I head back here
I know I’m coming home.
And on a similar note and with a totally cheeky plug, if any of you are anywhere near Masham on the 19th November, my exhibition 'Home' opens at The Gallery. I think the preview will start at 7pm and the exhibition continues until 31st December...
There is a piece about National Poetry Day in the Guardian...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010...day-books-blog
It says that the photo is Grasmere, but it looks like Wasdale to me?
Here's one of the contributions...
Wm Wordsworth Leaves Grasmere to Find a Supermarket
by Freepoland
Feet! That oft o'er Loughrigg Fell have trod
In search of berries, bright against the sod,
And plodged 'mid Grasmere's reeds for stewing pike,
Now bear me forth past Thirlmere, irksome hike.
Legs! Now take me further, 'neath Helvellyn's shade,
To Keswick, on, to where a proper pasty's made.
I must declare that I have had my lot
Of leaden pyes and puddings made by sister Dot.
Boots! As you convey me o'er these paths so rocky,
My heart leaps up at thoughts of handmade gnocchi,
Of parmesan, of Belgian chocs, of tiram'su,
And, sister dear, I'm leaving none for you.
Socks! That now ooze moisture where the toes have gone,
I'll soon replace you at the Outdoor Zone;
I'll buy new boots with warming Gore-Tex lined;
And leave that foolish scribbling lark behind.
Plug away! I'm planning to get over sometime before the new year.And on a similar note and with a totally cheeky plug, if any of you are anywhere near Masham on the 19th November, my exhibition 'Home' opens at The Gallery. I think the preview will start at 7pm and the exhibition continues until 31st December...
I'm going to have to turn the radiator up now. A mention of snowflakes and I'm shivering!
Lovely poem though.
That's lovely Hes, I can really relate to that. I've travelled the world, but nowhere beats where I call home.
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