Today's poet

[Hes]

ha ha:thumbup:

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

[Hes]

Perusing my book of Contemporary Indian Poetry and liked this:

Gifts

You unfold, like a starfish
On a beach, your touch
Stills the rumpled sea,
Hair plastered seaweed.

I come from the labyrinths:
Traffic lights park in my eyes
Before I cross, highways fork
And stream like veins in my hand.

You hunger for a blade of grass
In the welter of concrete,
I step on softening sand
Suspiciously. Together

We trace a bridge: you pick
a shell translucent as neon,
And I a tribal earring
Reflected in plate glass.

Manohar Shetty

[freckle]

another interesting bed time conversation with my 7 year old daughter....


My work here is done

"There is more chance
of man eating live worms,
than god mam" .
(Discuss with reference to Charles Darwin).

[freckle]

Perusing my book of Contemporary Indian Poetry and liked this:

Gifts

You unfold, like a starfish
On a beach, your touch
Stills the rumpled sea,
Hair plastered seaweed.

I come from the labyrinths:
Traffic lights park in my eyes
Before I cross, highways fork
And stream like veins in my hand.

You hunger for a blade of grass
In the welter of concrete,
I step on softening sand
Suspiciously. Together

We trace a bridge: you pick
a shell translucent as neon,
And I a tribal earring
Reflected in plate glass.

Manohar Shetty

i think "sumptious" is the word...nice one hes x

[Hes]

That's great Freckle! It makes me wish I had kids...well, at least one of my sisters did

another interesting bed time conversation with my 7 year old daughter....


My work here is done

"There is more chance
of man eating live worms,
than god mam" .
(Discuss with reference to Charles Darwin).

[Hes]

Seeing as the poetry thread is getting dangerously near being relegated to page 2, I feel it is my responsibility to shift it up the ranks again.

She

I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.

We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth.
The garden is a river flowing south.
She cries out loud the soul's own secret joy;
She dances, and the ground bears her away.
She knows the speech of light, and makes it plain
A lively thing can come to life again.

I feel her presence in the common day,
In that slow dark that widens every eye.
She moves as water moves, and comes to me,
Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.

Theodore Roethke

[freckle]

Seeing as the poetry thread is getting dangerously near being relegated to page 2, I feel it is my responsibility to shift it up the ranks again.

She

I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.

We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth.
The garden is a river flowing south.
She cries out loud the soul's own secret joy;
She dances, and the ground bears her away.
She knows the speech of light, and makes it plain
A lively thing can come to life again.

I feel her presence in the common day,
In that slow dark that widens every eye.
She moves as water moves, and comes to me,
Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.

Theodore Roethke

a beautiful choice to save the thread!........

Not being a royalist I was suprised to find myself feeling a little swept away by the fairytale going on today...here is a little bit of romance from carol ann duffy.....

Name

When did your name
change from a proper noun
to a charm?

Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.

Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.

I love your name.
I say it again and again
in this summer rain.

I see it,
discreet in the alphabet,
like a wish.

I pray it
into the night
till its letters are light.

I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.

[Hes]

Nice one Freckle.

I was never against the wedding but not particularly interested in it so I was surprised that I ended up watching most of it too and I'm glad that I did. It had a feeling of genuine warmth to it and I thought they looked happy and surprisingly relaxed considering the circumstances! I liked that he kept saying little things to her and the interaction between him and his brother.

a beautiful choice to save the thread!........

Not being a royalist I was suprised to find myself feeling a little swept away by the fairytale going on today...here is a little bit of romance from carol ann duffy.....

Name

When did your name
change from a proper noun
to a charm?

Its three vowels
like jewels
on the thread of my breath.

Its consonants
brushing my mouth
like a kiss.

I love your name.
I say it again and again
in this summer rain.

I see it,
discreet in the alphabet,
like a wish.

I pray it
into the night
till its letters are light.

I hear your name
rhyming, rhyming,
rhyming with everything.

[Mossdog]

Seeing as the poetry thread is getting dangerously near being relegated to page 2, I feel it is my responsibility to shift it up the ranks again.

She

I think the dead are tender. Shall we kiss? --
My lady laughs, delighting in what is.
If she but sighs, a bird puts out its tongue.
She makes space lonely with a lovely song.
She lilts a low soft language, and I hear
Down long sea-chambers of the inner ear.

We sing together; we sing mouth to mouth.
The garden is a river flowing south.
She cries out loud the soul's own secret joy;
She dances, and the ground bears her away.
She knows the speech of light, and makes it plain
A lively thing can come to life again.

I feel her presence in the common day,
In that slow dark that widens every eye.
She moves as water moves, and comes to me,
Stayed by what was, and pulled by what would be.

Theodore Roethke

My Goodness! Well done on savign the thread from relegation Hes - phew! A close one. Where are we all - obviously the great weather and holidays have tempted us out onto the fells as expected. This is an extremely powerful poem.

[Mossdog]

And similarly by TR...
I Knew a Woman I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I'd have them sing in a chorus, cheek to cheek).
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and Stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin;
I nibbled meekly from her proferred hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing we did make).
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant notes to sieze;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I'm martyr to a motion not my own;
What's freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways).

Theodore Roethke