Today's poet

[freckle]

To The Whore Who Took My Poems

I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry.

Charles Bukowski

like this alf, I am a big fan of bukowski and his bleakness

[Guick Dotto]

Smashing poem that Xrunner
and enjoyed Steve's post and freckle's Rosetti poem (did he really dig her up :w00t: )

According to the recent TV drama Desperate Romantics he got his mates, Burne Jones and William Morris to do the actual digging! As well as some of his more famous fresco peinting! What a priceless man he was!

[Quosh]

Hello Folks;

My wife is making a short (7 minute) film on fell running; with an emphasis on night running. She's interested in the possibility of using poetry to accompany part of the footage.

If anybody has any of their own work that captures the spirit, experience or benefits of fell running at night, and would like it to be considered, then please PM me.

Many thanks.

[freckle]

Hello Folks;

My wife is making a short (7 minute) film on fell running; with an emphasis on night running. She's interested in the possibility of using poetry to accompany part of the footage.

If anybody has any of their own work that captures the spirit, experience or benefits of fell running at night, and would like it to be considered, then please PM me.

Many thanks.

How exciting...one possibility is another version of harry howgill's "never saw the view" poem that got published but i reckon that there are plenty of others on here who could produce something really good

[freckle]

Resolve
Slyvia Plath


Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van
the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw
and the coal fire burns
outside, the little hedge leaves are
become quite yellow
a milk-film blurs
the empty bottles on the windowsill
no glory descends
two water drops poise
on the arched green
stem of my neighbor's rose bush
o bent bow of thorns
the cat unsheathes its claws
the world turns today
today I will not
disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners
or bunch my fist
in the wind's sneer.

[freckle]

for those of you who like the spoken word, this is canny

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode...rd_17_11_2010/

[Harry H Howgill]

How exciting...one possibility is another version of harry howgill's "never saw the view" poem that got published but i reckon that there are plenty of others on here who could produce something really good

Thanks for the name check. I'll have a look at it and see I can't come up with a headtorch version.

[OneOffPoet]

I did one about the night leg of a BGR but that's a) probably too narrow in it's meaning and b) not as good as the stuff the more experienced/talented poets come up with on here. Feel free to use it, or any part of it (or change it, i'm not precious about it).

The Night Leg

Voluntarily benighted,
Temporarily unsighted
Polaris and the TV mast compete to show you north
Gladly ticking off the Dodds,
Or marching on through Caldew's bogs,
Your pacers working overtime to keep you bang on course

At some point, it's surreal
Why are we here? What is the deal?
I'm on the bloody fells and it's the middle of the night
Your friends and family ask you "why"?,
You cite the views, the space, the sky,
But as the night leg takes a hold, your world's a manmade disc of light

Looking up is your reward
The Milky Way, Orion's sword
And the outline of the fells make them look grander in the dark
But for all the night's allure
The march from cobalt to azure
Brings a certain quiet relief to the contender and the lark

[Mossdog]

I did one about the night leg of a BGR but that's a) probably too narrow in it's meaning and b) not as good as the stuff the more experienced/talented poets come up with on here. Feel free to use it, or any part of it (or change it, i'm not precious about it).

The Night Leg

Voluntarily benighted,
Temporarily unsighted
Polaris and the TV mast compete to show you north
Gladly ticking off the Dodds,
Or marching on through Caldew's bogs,
Your pacers working overtime to keep you bang on course

At some point, it's surreal
Why are we here? What is the deal?
I'm on the bloody fells and it's the middle of the night
Your friends and family ask you "why"?,
You cite the views, the space, the sky,
But as the night leg takes a hold, your world's a manmade disc of light

Looking up is your reward
The Milky Way, Orion's sword
And the outline of the fells make them look grander in the dark
But for all the night's allure
The march from cobalt to azure
Brings a certain quiet relief to the contender and the lark

Hey Oneoff, as they say, "I'm likin it' just as it stands, and all the more as it's truly authentic verse - leave it like it is, please. Many thanks.

[Mossdog]

Hello Folks;

My wife is making a short (7 minute) film on fell running; with an emphasis on night running. She's interested in the possibility of using poetry to accompany part of the footage.

If anybody has any of their own work that captures the spirit, experience or benefits of fell running at night, and would like it to be considered, then please PM me.

Many thanks.

See 'oneoffpoets' verse above for starters.