Today's poet

[Alf]

What's it all about? ........

ALFIE !

Good to hear you are out running again freckle.

[Mountain Goatess]

Great to hear you're running again Frecks...and 8 mile too...well done x


I'm Climbing A Mountain

I'm climbing a mountain
I reach out to touch the blue sky,
This feeling of freedom
Will live with me until I die.

I'm climbing a mountain
I feel the cool breeze on my face,
And the sun's beating down
I'm forever at home in this place.

I'm climbing a mountain
I stop just to gaze at the view,
So clear the horizon
Like my every dream has come true.

I'm climbing a mountain
I feel like a bird in the air,
I'm gliding and soaring
And feel like I haven't a care.

I'm climbing a mountain
The blue sky is turning to gold,
The sunset so peaceful
Such beauty is there to behold.

ANDREW BLAKEMORE

[Alf]

I enjoyed that one MG and the Ode to Chocolate by Hes and freckle's Lawrence poem

The Victims

When Mother divorced you, we were glad. She took it and
took it in silence, all those years and then
kicked you out, suddenly, and her
kids loved it. Then you were fired, and we
grinned inside, the way people grinned when
Nixon's helicopter lifted off the South
Lawn for the last time. We were tickled
to think of your office taken away,
your secretaries taken away,
your lunches with three double bourbons,
your pencils, your reams of paper. Would they take your
suits back, too, those dark
carcasses hung in your closet, and the black
noses of your shoes with their large pores?
She had taught us to take it, to hate you and take it
until we pricked with her for your
annihilation, Father. Now I
pass the bums in doorways, the white
slugs of their bodies gleaming through slits in their
suits of compressed silt, the stained
flippers of their hands, the underwater
fire of their eyes, ships gone down with the
lanterns lit, and I wonder who took it and
took it from them in silence until they had
given it all away and had nothing
left but this.

Sharon Olds

[freckle]

ALFIE !

Good to hear you are out running again freckle.

Thanks Alfie :thumbup: and MG for your well wishes. Two great choices from both of you tonight...one inspiring...one thought provoking!

[freckle]

for all you Plath and Hughes fans....Alf I am not sure if you posted something similar recently? if so apologies!

http://www.channel4.com/news/newly-d...ed-hughes-poem

[Guick Dotto]

Colt Park

One thousand feet above sea level

A treasured man

A green cable
links
house to high fell

No fell walking now;
But only...
Touch...

Then:
Clean heart to dry stone
The signal
Transmits

Can be
Received

[freckle]

Colt Park

One thousand feet above sea level

A treasured man

A green cable
links
house to high fell

No fell walking now;
But only...
Touch...

Then:
Clean heart to dry stone
The signal
Transmits

Can be
Received

This is excellent guick did you write it you dark horse!!!!!!

[freckle]

I bought Carol Ann Duffy's "Rapture" tonight as a treat...some absolutely gorgeous poems

River

Down by the river, under the trees, love waits for me
to walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.
I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.

The river stirs and turns consoling and fondling itself
with watery hands, its clear limbs parting and closing.
Grey as a secret, the heron bows its head on the bank.

I drop my past on the grass and open my arms, which ache
as though they held up this heavy sky, or had pressed
against window glass all night as my eyes sieved the stars;

open my mouth, wordless at last meeting love at last, dry
from travelling so long, shy of a prayer. You step from the shade,
and I feel love come to my arms and cover my mouth, feel

my soul swoop and ease itself into my skin, like a bird
threading a river. Then I can look love full in the face, see
who you are I have come this far to find, the love of my life.

[Harry H Howgill]

That is lovely.

There was heron gliding alongside the car at one point on the way home tonight as the sun was setting. It was beautiful.

I bought Carol Ann Duffy's "Rapture" tonight as a treat...some absolutely gorgeous poems

River

Down by the river, under the trees, love waits for me
to walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.
I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.

The river stirs and turns consoling and fondling itself
with watery hands, its clear limbs parting and closing.
Grey as a secret, the heron bows its head on the bank.

I drop my past on the grass and open my arms, which ache
as though they held up this heavy sky, or had pressed
against window glass all night as my eyes sieved the stars;

open my mouth, wordless at last meeting love at last, dry
from travelling so long, shy of a prayer. You step from the shade,
and I feel love come to my arms and cover my mouth, feel

my soul swoop and ease itself into my skin, like a bird
threading a river. Then I can look love full in the face, see
who you are I have come this far to find, the love of my life.

[Alf]

I bought Carol Ann Duffy's "Rapture" tonight as a treat...some absolutely gorgeous poems

River

Down by the river, under the trees, love waits for me
to walk from the journeying years of my time and arrive.
I part the leaves and they toss me a blessing of rain.

The river stirs and turns consoling and fondling itself
with watery hands, its clear limbs parting and closing.
Grey as a secret, the heron bows its head on the bank.

I drop my past on the grass and open my arms, which ache
as though they held up this heavy sky, or had pressed
against window glass all night as my eyes sieved the stars;

open my mouth, wordless at last meeting love at last, dry
from travelling so long, shy of a prayer. You step from the shade,
and I feel love come to my arms and cover my mouth, feel

my soul swoop and ease itself into my skin, like a bird
threading a river. Then I can look love full in the face, see
who you are I have come this far to find, the love of my life.

That is very good freckle. The "River of life" ?