Today's poet

[freckle]

A Sea Fret

Running lonely in the fog
No one close or so it seems
A seagull swoops down low to me
And interrupts my dreams

I am an only figure
All around me speaks of white
An hour ago was sunny
But now it feels like night

The horn booms out across the seas
Ships captains do not fret
Steer clear of mermaids, rocks and waves
And the fog won't take you yet

Music beating in my ears
Pace, tempo, stride is flowing
I can barely see the ground below
But my feet just keep on going

Am I running into emptiness
The path seems to go nowhere
No markers or horizons
Just a hazy, eerie glare!


MG

this is realyevocative nice one MG, the fog horn has been sounding here all day to although its been ariable, I had a canny run through the dene earlier amidst the daffodils during a period when the fog had lifted...would love to see those photos hes!

[freckle]

This is from May Swenson - from Utah - who was a prolific poet in her lifetime. It's maybe a bit late for the subject given that Easter is at the end of April thanks to the moon :

Daffodils

Yellow telephones
in a row in the garden
are ringing,
shrill with light.

Old-fashioned spring
brings earliest models out
each April the same,
naïve and classical.

Look into the yolk-
colored mouthpieces
alert with echoes.
Say hello to time.

May Swenson ps I'm not reading the forum so often but liked the pieces on woodland

brilliant choice sunbeam will look may swenson up immediately!

[stevefoster]

A Sea Fret

Running lonely in the fog
No one close or so it seems
A seagull swoops down low to me
And interrupts my dreams

I am an only figure
All around me speaks of white
An hour ago was sunny
But now it feels like night

The horn booms out across the seas
Ships captains do not fret
Steer clear of mermaids, rocks and waves
And the fog won't take you yet

Music beating in my ears
Pace, tempo, stride is flowing
I can barely see the ground below
But my feet just keep on going

Am I running into emptiness
The path seems to go nowhere
No markers or horizons
Just a hazy, eerie glare!


MG

Nice one MG, that hazy, eerie glare is a Lynx trail

[freckle]

The Woods At Night by May Swenson

The binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
like a lantern
all night long,

sees where all
the other birds sleep:
towhee under leaves,
titmouse deep

in a twighouse,
sapsucker gripped
to a knothole lip,
redwing in the reeds,

swallow in the willow,
flicker in the oak -
but cannot see poor
whippoorwill

under the hill
in deadbrush nest,
who's awake, too -
with stricken eye

flayed by the moon
her brindled breast
repeats, repeats, repeats its plea
for cruelty.

[stevefoster]

'Pegasus'

Riding the wind, my hands out stretched.
No one would believe this story, it’s to far fetched.
I closed my eyes but for a moment, felt the wind in my hair.
I opened them slowly, being whisked up in the air.

With wings white, each feather lined with gold.
This was a great mythical horse, or so I’ve been told.
Rainbow colors flowed through out its long mane,
I knew if I told you you’d think I was insane.

Without hesitation we rose higher and higher.
As we approached the sun my skin felt as if it was on fire.
Suddenly he folded his beautiful outstretched wings.
And I knew at once the relief a storm cloud brings.

We rode thru a rainbow, with every color and hue.
As we gently glided closer to the ground, I knew my ride was thru.
I knew I never would forget the day I rode the wind.
And as long as I believed, I knew you would be back again.

A mythical legend born in the realms kings.
I watched in awe as you stretched out your wings.
Stood on your hind legs and bound upward without a care.
The noblest of them all, Pegasus, had once again taken to the air

To go with my new avatar, it's not mine, wind in my hair tells you that.

[Harry H Howgill]

There is a good compilation of poetic wedding vows from Wendy Cope on the Guardian website today. Some delightful different versions...

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011...n-duffy-poetry

[Mountain Goatess]

'Pegasus'

Riding the wind, my hands out stretched.
No one would believe this story, it’s to far fetched.
I closed my eyes but for a moment, felt the wind in my hair.
I opened them slowly, being whisked up in the air.

With wings white, each feather lined with gold.
This was a great mythical horse, or so I’ve been told.
Rainbow colors flowed through out its long mane,
I knew if I told you you’d think I was insane.

Without hesitation we rose higher and higher.
As we approached the sun my skin felt as if it was on fire.
Suddenly he folded his beautiful outstretched wings.
And I knew at once the relief a storm cloud brings.

We rode thru a rainbow, with every color and hue.
As we gently glided closer to the ground, I knew my ride was thru.
I knew I never would forget the day I rode the wind.
And as long as I believed, I knew you would be back again.

A mythical legend born in the realms kings.
I watched in awe as you stretched out your wings.
Stood on your hind legs and bound upward without a care.
The noblest of them all, Pegasus, had once again taken to the air

To go with my new avatar, it's not mine, wind in my hair tells you that.

That's lovely Steve...it could have meant the hair on your Lynx infused chest! :w00t:

[stevefoster]

That's lovely Steve...it could have meant the hair on your Lynx infused chest! :w00t:

Aye, special offer on lynx at the mo. 2 for 1 and a free chest wig, Happy Days:thumbup:

[Hes]

mmm mmmm, phwoar!!

Aye, special offer on lynx at the mo. 2 for 1 and a free chest wig, Happy Days:thumbup:

[Hes]

Funny

What's it like being a human
the bird asked

I myself don't know
its being held prisoner by your skin
while reaching infinity
being a captive of your scrap of time
while touching eternity
being hopelessly uncertain
and helplessly hopeful
being a needle of frost
and a handful of heat
breathing in the air
and choking wordlessly
it's being on fire
with a nest made of ashes
eating bread
while filling up on hunger
it's dying without love
it's loving through death

That's funny said the bird
and flew effortlessly up into the air.

Anna Kamienska