Today's poet

[stevefoster]

mmm mmmm, phwoar!!

2 for 1 Hes, you'd have to buy 2 to get phwoar

[Hes]

ha ha ha...took me a couple seconds but I'm with you!

2 for 1 Hes, you'd have to buy 2 to get phwoar

[Mossdog]

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

Great link Harry - thanks

[Mossdog]

Revelation

It happens of course when you’re on holiday.
When the first scent of Bergamot
drifts off a teacup,
and you glance over an ocean
laden with crystals,
the muslin curtain floats up
and in a slight forgetting of yourself
the horizon tilts
and you gasp, breath flown,
intoxicated by all manner of possibilities.

Then you go home
and force yourself
to like again, things
you don’t really care about.
Except that one day, vacant eyed
toiling around a supermarket
you find yourself
for no apparent reason
picking up a packet of Earl Grey tea.

Tina Sederholm

[Mossdog]

Anne Summerfield

Drawers

I wonder what knickers I’ll leave when I die,
what cast asides of lace and mesh.
White cotton and poppy embroidered,
black velvet and gold or marabou trimmed?
Perhaps by then all my pants will be sensible,
double gusseted with legs in, not a thong in sight.
Perhaps I’ll be that old.
Or maybe, at eighty, still loyal
to Agent Provocateur and D and G,
I’ll fill a drawer with scarlet, lilac, shocking pink,
lycra and silk celebrations of life.

[freckle]

Great link Harry - thanks

I agree some wonderful choices here Harry thank you for posting...I really liked the following poem.....

Clare Shaw
Vow

Say yes.
That word on your lips
is a kiss;
is a promise already made.
We made it.
Love did not turn from hurt
or hard work.
When lights failed, it did not switch off.
When love had no road,
we willingly built it.
We shouldered its stones
and its dirt. So thank god
there are days like this when it's easy.
When we open our mouths
and the words flood in.
Put the word of your hand
in mine.
We have learnt to hold to each other
when nothing was given by right;
how love will insist
with its ache; with its first painful
tug on the guts;
its snake in the nest of the ribs;
the bomb in the chest;
in the Y of the thighs; the red, red
red sun of it, rising.
How love must, at all costs,
be answered. We have answered
and so have a million before us
and each of their names is a vow.
So now I can tell you, quite simply
you are the house I will live in:
there is no good reason
to move. Good earth,
you are home, stone, sun,
all my countries. Vital to me
as the light. You are it
and I am asking.
Say yes.
Love opens a door
then slams it. It does.
It loses its touch and its looks.
But love needs its fury.
We have fought
and when times make it necessary,
we will again. When night draws in,
we won't forget
how once the streets ran wet with light
and love. Like blood. They will again.
But for now,
we make our promises gently.
This extraordinary day we have made.
Listen –
the birds in their ordinary heaven.
Tonight the sky will blaze
with stars. Today, my love,
rooms bloom with flowers.
Say yes.
The sky is ours.



sigh.............................................. .................................................. ..

[freckle]

Revelation

It happens of course when you’re on holiday.
When the first scent of Bergamot
drifts off a teacup,
and you glance over an ocean
laden with crystals,
the muslin curtain floats up
and in a slight forgetting of yourself
the horizon tilts
and you gasp, breath flown,
intoxicated by all manner of possibilities.

Then you go home
and force yourself
to like again, things
you don’t really care about.
Except that one day, vacant eyed
toiling around a supermarket
you find yourself
for no apparent reason
picking up a packet of Earl Grey tea.

Tina Sederholm

Nice choice Mossy, an elegant and clever observation about human nature

[Harry H Howgill]

You have to be in the right mood for this sort of stuff. But I do like the line "The sky is ours" to finish off.

I agree some wonderful choices here Harry thank you for posting...I really liked the following poem.....

Clare Shaw
Vow

Say yes.
That word on your lips
is a kiss;
is a promise already made.
We made it.
Love did not turn from hurt
or hard work.
When lights failed, it did not switch off.
When love had no road,
we willingly built it.
We shouldered its stones
and its dirt. So thank god
there are days like this when it's easy.
When we open our mouths
and the words flood in.
Put the word of your hand
in mine.
We have learnt to hold to each other
when nothing was given by right;
how love will insist
with its ache; with its first painful
tug on the guts;
its snake in the nest of the ribs;
the bomb in the chest;
in the Y of the thighs; the red, red
red sun of it, rising.
How love must, at all costs,
be answered. We have answered
and so have a million before us
and each of their names is a vow.
So now I can tell you, quite simply
you are the house I will live in:
there is no good reason
to move. Good earth,
you are home, stone, sun,
all my countries. Vital to me
as the light. You are it
and I am asking.
Say yes.
Love opens a door
then slams it. It does.
It loses its touch and its looks.
But love needs its fury.
We have fought
and when times make it necessary,
we will again. When night draws in,
we won't forget
how once the streets ran wet with light
and love. Like blood. They will again.
But for now,
we make our promises gently.
This extraordinary day we have made.
Listen –
the birds in their ordinary heaven.
Tonight the sky will blaze
with stars. Today, my love,
rooms bloom with flowers.
Say yes.
The sky is ours.



sigh.............................................. .................................................. ..

[Harry H Howgill]

You have to be in the right mood for this sort of stuff. But I do like the line "The sky is ours" to finish off.

Reading it again, maybe they got a satellite TV package as a wedding prezzie!? "The Sky is ours!"

[Hes]

I really liked the poem by Tina Sederholm Mossy. Very simple but lovely.

This choice has made me think I'd better go and clear out my undies drawer! I'd hate to be remembered for my failure to sort my whites from my colours!

M&S and La Senza don't really have the same frisson as D&G and Agent Provocateur either.

Anne Summerfield

Drawers

I wonder what knickers I’ll leave when I die,
what cast asides of lace and mesh.
White cotton and poppy embroidered,
black velvet and gold or marabou trimmed?
Perhaps by then all my pants will be sensible,
double gusseted with legs in, not a thong in sight.
Perhaps I’ll be that old.
Or maybe, at eighty, still loyal
to Agent Provocateur and D and G,
I’ll fill a drawer with scarlet, lilac, shocking pink,
lycra and silk celebrations of life.