Today's poet

[Mountain Goatess]

Shadow Race

Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
But every time I've raced my shadow
When my face was toward the sun,
I won.

Sheldon Allan Silverstein

[freckle]

Some really lovely offerings on here of late, Steve I found your words really quite touching....

I love spring...something really hopeful about it...i like the line in this poem about "threadbare minds"....i am sure thats how my mind seems at times!

Sonnet
Emma Jones

Here it is again, spring, "the renewal".
People have written about this before.
And the people who track the four seasons,
the hunters who know that the weather has changed.

Still, rains happen; there are slow roots that make
progress, something has a hand in the earth
and turns it. Clouds unknot the wind. Bulbs blow.
Their threadbare minds gust outward, turn yellow

eyes to heaven. It answers with the sun.
And the sun is a bulb, a mutual bomb.
The daffodils crack. "Oh heavens!" they fret,

"Where's your terminus?" The flowers are wan
travellers. they unpack their cases. All
they know, they are. Renewal, rest, Renewal.

[Alf]

Shadow Race

Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
But every time I've raced my shadow
When my face was toward the sun,
I won.

Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Loved that choice of poem MG

[Alf]

Some really lovely offerings on here of late, Steve I found your words really quite touching....

I love spring...something really hopeful about it...i like the line in this poem about "threadbare minds"....i am sure thats how my mind seems at times!

Sonnet
Emma Jones

Here it is again, spring, "the renewal".
People have written about this before.
And the people who track the four seasons,
the hunters who know that the weather has changed.

Still, rains happen; there are slow roots that make
progress, something has a hand in the earth
and turns it. Clouds unknot the wind. Bulbs blow.
Their threadbare minds gust outward, turn yellow

eyes to heaven. It answers with the sun.
And the sun is a bulb, a mutual bomb.
The daffodils crack. "Oh heavens!" they fret,

"Where's your terminus?" The flowers are wan
travellers. they unpack their cases. All
they know, they are. Renewal, rest, Renewal.

I love spring as well freckle, nice choice that

[Alf]

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

[Hes]

A lovely, melancholy poem Alf.
I hope you had a good run.

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

[Derby Tup]

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

Good stuff Alf. Wish I'd known you were doing the race as we could have said hello

[Stef F]

I wish I'd known. I would have looked for her grave and spared her some thoughts. Nice piece Alf.

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

[Mountain Goatess]

Between going and coming.


Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

Octavio Paz

[Mountain Goatess]

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

That's beautiful Alf and very good!
Excuse my ignorance, but who is the poem about?