Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

I'm glad something inspired came out of the saga of the cooker!

On the question of lard, said the bard...

freckle was doing so well with her weight loss plan
only soup for tea, in addition she swam
but then her cooker broke
at least she thought it did
but wait...aha...
she fixed it
and was very pleased
so much so
she partook of wine and cheese
"Never mind", she pondered
"about tonights deviation,
there's always tomorrows
recompense..."
and whats the point
in getting all tense?
so tomorrow I'll look forward
with the utmost glee
to cous cous and roasted veg
and a cup of tea!

[Harry H Howgill]

Good stuff Freckle. It hasn't taken you long to find your form since the move. I hope all is going well.

Exhale

Words will not form
Within the immoveable ivory
and drifting off
to a fettered slumber
I summase that one inchoate
and infinitesimal kiss
would quieten
the chitter chatter .


and allow for an imagining ,
thus
its morning and awakening
to the sounds of trees
y-o-u,
padding around downstairs
and the warmth of these limbs
would remind me...

Exhale.

[freckle]

Hi everyone , wide awake unfortunately , thanks to smoke alarm malfunction ( wired into the mains variety - deafening ! ) , only just got my children back off to sleep and am now trying to get sleepy again .
Just read " Exhale " ..... which completely had my attention at " Infinitesimal Kiss " , I really like that Freckle !


I FIND MY HAPPINESS
IN LOVING YOU


I find my happiness in loving you.
Though my love is not returned, I don’t mind waiting.
The woods are a cathedral where I pray
For the beauty and grace that lie within my heart.

You hold me and we kiss, and yet not yet
Is there the unity that love must crave.
You want me, but not as I want you;
This truth is like a wreckage on my sea.

There’s no one else I hunger for, nor touch
That makes me feel I must take off my skin;
And so I’ll wait as years pile up like leaves,
And long with the lonely patience of the moon.

this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

[MachGirl]

Hi Freckle ,

Sadly not my own work , Nicholas Gordon is the author , I just forgot to add last night , probably as a result of smoke alarm disaster !

I don't know what it is , I have all the thoughts and have so many poems partly constructed, but when it comes to putting together , everything goes to pieces !

Anyway just wanted to thankyou for your comments x

[MachGirl]

A poem about loss, about losing different things in life ,from keys , to items with sentimental value but most painful of all facing upto losing the one you love and how through time, you can master the art of losing . I really like the last line , about although it may seem like a disaster , write it ....!


One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

[Hes]

I really love this poem MachGirl. Totally true too. I've lost a lot of things, big and small, in the last ten years but nothing was really a tragedy when all was said and done despite feeling that way at times.

A poem about loss, about losing different things in life ,from keys , to items with sentimental value but most painful of all facing upto losing the one you love and how through time, you can master the art of losing . I really like the last line , about although it may seem like a disaster , write it ....!


One Art - Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

[Hes]

Its great to see you on a creative roll Freckle and there's nowt wrong with DIY!! I remember when I became single again and developed an interest in tools acquiring my first set of decent spanners I recommend the Readers Digest DIY Manual, its my bible! I'm after a cordless drill next but I also need to replace my mudclaws and I suspect I know which will win!!

this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

[freckle]

Its great to see you on a creative roll Freckle and there's nowt wrong with DIY!! I remember when I became single again and developed an interest in tools acquiring my first set of decent spanners I recommend the Readers Digest DIY Manual, its my bible! I'm after a cordless drill next but I also need to replace my mudclaws and I suspect I know which will win!!

Oooo i'll remember that reference thanks Hes!

Machgirl that is one of my fave poems, I relate to your observation Hes x

[Harry H Howgill]

Don't get your pinny strings caught in your cordless drill. Could be nasty!

this is quite lovely...your own work machgirl?
sorry to hear about your minor disaster with the alarm, thats the kind of thing that happens to me on a regular basis! well done on getting the kids back off!

morning harry. hope all is well with you too! life in the new pad is good ....I am aware of a difference in me...for example I am developing an unhealthy interest in DIY supplemented by pinny wearing!

[Harry H Howgill]

I think that is probably quite common. I've got loads of notes that sometimes make good lines, but I often struggle to get them all together. That's why I like haiku; I can just about string 17 syllables together when I'm on a roll!

I don't know what it is , I have all the thoughts and have so many poems partly constructed, but when it comes to putting together , everything goes to pieces !