Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

That's good. I work with a guy called Pete Quinn. Not sure it is the same guy!

The poem reminded me of one of my favourite Nick Drake songs...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cche-h83qNQ

Time Is a Time Going

Time is a time going
On to the steps all around
From the departure flowing
And needs again to be found
Signs are the pathways tomorrow
Making the destinies road
Feelings of yesterday borrow
And taking of their many load
When time is a time going

Time is a time showing
That has been done before
Nothing to no one owning
Making its settle to score
Rise to times and their sign
Everything comes to unwind
When stumbling upon to align
Which has been before assigned?
When time is a time showing

Time is a time knowing
All that’s been done before?
Fast forward speed or slowing
With nothing to know anymore
The Situations matching all up
Finding a way to survive
Holding its own not at all to stop
That’s what makes it alive
When times are times knowing

Time is a time staying
With its perspective content
On to each stage playing
Onto their purpose and advent
Nothing to take for sure
For so much is far behind
When corners come to allure
To those illusions that are blind
When time is a time staying

Time is a time tomorrow
When much has turned around
And we of those steps borrow
When none's there to be found
Halfway and through the hide
Everything is crocked not straight
Compromised intention inside
To have it all again deactivate
For time is a time tomorrow

Peter S. Quinn

[Mossdog]

Mad Girl's Love Song

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Sylvia Plath

[freckle]

Mad Girl's Love Song

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

Sylvia Plath

nice choice Mossy...sad but beautiful....hey its High Cup Nick next saturday (how time flies), sadly I won't be doing it this year,a great run though with stunning scenery, hope you are well

[freckle]

You're
Slyvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fool's Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our travelled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

[ratfink]

oh is this about a pregnancy bump?

[Mountain Goatess]

oh is this about a pregnancy bump?

Oh my, does Freckle have some news or have we just started a good rumour! :w00t:

[Mossdog]

You're
Slyvia Plath

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fool's Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our travelled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

My God!:w00t: An almost happy Plath!!!!!!!

Not sure about High Cup Nick - 'suppose I should really as it's on the door step.

[Harry H Howgill]

If you can keep your head,
When all about you are losing theirs,
Then why not treat yourself
To one of my exceedingly good cakes.

Kipling

[freckle]

Oh my, does Freckle have some news or have we just started a good rumour! :w00t:

if only.................sigh...........getting a bit long in the tooth for all that business now :-( or am I?.........oooovavu.......:-)

[freckle]

If you can keep your head,
When all about you are losing theirs,
Then why not treat yourself
To one of my exceedingly good cakes.

Kipling

you funny! he he ! :-)