Today's poet

[Mountain Goatess]

Love that DT, great choice x

Nice verse freckle

One of my favourite Pablo Neruda poems:

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

[Derby Tup]

Poet To Poet

To you who read and review

“Iron sharpens iron
so one sharpens another”
Reading poems brings inspiration
unlike most any other.
Feeling…………. through seeing,
expressions of
love, hate, agony,
can kindle fresh and new,
many a memory.
Tapping into the vast reserve
of spirit and of soul,
To get thoughts on paper
flowing free,
is the poet’s goal.
More than fun, more than great,
is the satisfaction,
It’s the writing of the poetry,
and a reviewer’s good reaction.
Guarded remarks are best to be made
Lest the one baring be crushed at heart,
Better to encourage the soul’s promenade
instead of tearing them apart.
A poet’s sensitivity is really their glory
but, oh the pain it can be,
it is the gift to tell the story,
and write verses that others can “see”.
‘SENSITIVE’ is a sticking point
if a critique becomes too plain,
harsh words do more than disappoint,
but cause the poet to think, it’s in vain.
Otherwise, you’ll realize,
a review has touched a nerve,
when bitter anger spews forth on you
far more than you deserve.
So, Poet to Poet
I dedicate
all of this poem to you,
It is my thought to predicate
the wonderful works that you do.

Have you written this MG? It's great!

You had a good run yesterday at the marathon

[Hes]

Lovely choices MG and DT...I can see this is going to be a good day/evening on the thread. Off to teach but will be thinking of some more poetry for later postings. Hope you both have a good day.

[Hes]

Did you write it MG? Its really great, I hadn't realised.

Have you written this MG? It's great!

You had a good run yesterday at the marathon

[Mountain Goatess]

Did you write it MG? Its really great, I hadn't realised.

Ha ha no way...I'm not that good! :thunbdown:! :w00t: lol
(have edited post and included the author!)

[Alf]

Poet To Poet

To you who read and review

“Iron sharpens iron
so one sharpens another”
Reading poems brings inspiration
unlike most any other.
Feeling…………. through seeing,
expressions of
love, hate, agony,
can kindle fresh and new,
many a memory.
Tapping into the vast reserve
of spirit and of soul,
To get thoughts on paper
flowing free,
is the poet’s goal.
More than fun, more than great,
is the satisfaction,
It’s the writing of the poetry,
and a reviewer’s good reaction.
Guarded remarks are best to be made
Lest the one baring be crushed at heart,
Better to encourage the soul’s promenade
instead of tearing them apart.
A poet’s sensitivity is really their glory
but, oh the pain it can be,
it is the gift to tell the story,
and write verses that others can “see”.
‘SENSITIVE’ is a sticking point
if a critique becomes too plain,
harsh words do more than disappoint,
but cause the poet to think, it’s in vain.
Otherwise, you’ll realize,
a review has touched a nerve,
when bitter anger spews forth on you
far more than you deserve.
So, Poet to Poet
I dedicate
all of this poem to you,
It is my thought to predicate
the wonderful works that you do.

Ginny Alloway Baker

Nice choice MG and well done on the kielder marathon

[Mountain Goatess]

Have you written this MG? It's great!

You had a good run yesterday at the marathon

Yes I had a good un....for me! Still wish I could go faster! Can't expect anymore really when I don't get to put the training in.
510 out of 1000, 104th lady. :wink:

[XRunner]

The Fell Poets Birthday
by Christina Rossetti*

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because fell poets have come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, fell poets have come to me.

* with minor modifications:w00t:

[Mountain Goatess]

A masterpiece X runner x

The Fell Poets Birthday
by Christina Rossetti*

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because fell poets have come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, fell poets have come to me.

* with minor modifications:w00t:

[OneHillWonder]

A masterpiece X runner x

Indeed :thumbup: