Today's poet

[stevefoster]

Steve , no dog for me , but had a nice run out this afternoon myself , clear the mind ready for my kids arriving back !

Excellent, nowt like having a clear mind before doing battle with the bin lids
That eek smiley is pants!

[freckle]

X Runner thank you for the female "if" I enjoyed it very much, Steve nice haiku there i bet that pup is getting canny big now, and Machgirl I love that Hardy poem, in particular love these lines..."Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather".....just trips off the tongue....

[stevefoster]

Steve nice haiku there i bet that pup is getting canny big now

Aye, she's canny grown and i canny keep up with her, an excellent training partner, hope your well marra

[Hes]

bang, eugh, slip, slide, cough
slurp, slither, ahhh, hack, oof, eek
the whitby cross country

One of my better haiku I think! Nothing like a good slathering on a Sunday afternoon.

[Hes]

OneOff...good luck with your imminent arrival. Your poem was excellent. Hope it all goes well. I remember when HHH had just had his the year before last. It resulted in lots of late night creativity.

[stevefoster]

bang, eugh, slip, slide, cough
slurp, slither, ahhh, hack, oof, eek
the whitby cross country

One of my better haiku I think! Nothing like a good slathering on a Sunday afternoon.

Like that Hes, some top words in there, including slathering (a dam fine adjective) with many uses:thumbup:

[OneOffPoet]

OneOff...good luck with your imminent arrival. Your poem was excellent. Hope it all goes well. I remember when HHH had just had his the year before last. It resulted in lots of late night creativity.

Aww thank you so much, we are very excited. I only planned on writing one poem, hence the username, but it's spiraled a bit since and i'm now looking forward to having some weird opportunities to write more, and more importantly, read more because the only things i know about poetry are what I read on this thread, and I can hardly keep up with that.

[Mossdog]

Hello everyone. It's been such a while since i wrote anything and i'm woefully behind on this thread. As the following poem testifies, i've been a bit preoccupied with this and silly long runs before Christmas! I'm hoping that i might find the time and energy to write a follow up in a few weeks time. We'll see. I hope those who have trodden this path and those that have not find something in here that chimes. THanks and hopefully i'll pay more attention to the Forum's best thread!

The little one is due on the 25th Jan :0

OOP

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Baby Steps - Part One (38 weeks and counting)

A thousand miles, a single step
An epic trip, nights to forget
This nascent soul we brought to life
Is in the post, we’re terrified

We wait, the due date ringed in red
Bags in the hall, cot by the bed
Nursery in green (we want a surprise)
We’ll sure get that, gender aside

The books and classes duly done
In one ear, out the other one
The list is done, she’s fit to pop
It’s coming soon, ready or not

Advice dispatched, “it worked for me”
The judging mums, horror stories
Outweighed by friends who understand
Grandmas-to-be sit on their hands

And so do we, what can we do?
See out these days with just we two
Prepare the nest, agree the name
Nothing will ever be the same

Utterly fantastic OOP. Wishing you all well.

[Mossdog]

STONE
When you bought me a milk pan for Christmas
a woman at work said you were as romantic
as a stone. Watching you that evening,
I wondered what stone she had meant:
a chip of carpark gravel or something fancier
like the peridot in my mother’s engagement ring?
My interest in you became geological.
Pulling on your wellingtons to walk the dog in the rain,
you were granite, durable, funereal almost.
Under the water of the bath, you were the agate
I found on Brighton beach as a child, sleek
and mottled as the skin of a seal.
At other times you seemed a rarer gem,
not emerald or topaz, nothing any other woman
would wear at her throat; but plainer, more lovely,
like the limestone walling the caverns back home
that purified the iron in blast furnaces
where keepers dripped jet from their beading brows.
And a man like that would never choose a rose
or a diamond ring, he’d stand for hours in a shop
on the coldest day, testing the unfamiliar weight
of a pan in his hand, assessing its metal,
imagining how the milk would taste on my tongue
as it poured, steaming, from that perfect lip.

Liz Berry

[Alf]

this is so elegant, lovely stuff! ....please tell me you are doin simonside, i am so unfit ots untrue but stil going to try and get around, be good to see you there a year on!

I did Simonside on Sunday freckle, were you there? Bit of a disaster for me as about half way round I started getting pain in my calf muscle and about 2 miles from the end it decided it didn't want to play anymore so I ended up hobbling in. Not sure if its torn or just strained but no running for me for a while now :angry: