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[Hes]

That's inspired!

Very, very well done DT, hope you are going to give us the epic story in the style of Basho. :thumbup:

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[Mossdog]

Congrats to DT and Linda who i saw during leg 3 as i nav'd an attempt ten mins ahead. The sight of you all descending off Rossett Pike as we climbed Bowfell was remarkable and fantastic. In tribute to you, a repost of my first ever poem which i hope resonates that bit more.

Well done

OOP

PS - Stef, just a temporary setback, that's all. Hard luck and look forward to nailing it next time


GETTING ROUND

Thoughts of why have long since gone
Nine hours gone, fifteen to come
That early talk of pace and plans
Has given way to destiny's hands
As autopilot lifts a leg
Our hero is cajouled and fed
Whilst one by one the peaks slip past
Each heavier than the last

Wishes and hopes have never left
The others that won't see their beds
Guesswork and sustenance are made
Is he well up, or rain-delayed?
Cars are parked and necks are craned
Food on, chair out, mood up, tea made
Is that a rock, or is that him?
Today the two are kin

That time ago, this just a seed
Exploring which advice to heed
The first of many a slipperly slope
That faces all who dare to hope...
...and plan, and train and organise,
Obsess of bearings, schedule times
To study every inch of ground
And dream of getting round

That's excellent oneoffpoet I must have missed it first time around. And well done to all those you had to guts even to attempt the BG - successful or not, this time.

[Mossdog]

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[Mossdog]

I really like this poem:

I'll Explain

It’s something you say at your peril.
It’s something you shouldn’t contain.
It’s a truth for the dark and a pillow.
Turn out the light and I’ll explain.

It’s the obvious truth of the morning
Bitten back as the sun turns to rain,
To the rain, to the dark, to the pillow.
Turn out the light and I’ll explain.

It’s what I was hoping to tell you.
It’s what I was hoping you’d guess.
It’s what I was hoping you wouldn’t guess
Or you wouldn’t mind.
It’s a kind
Of hopelessness.

It’s the hope that you hope at your peril.
It’s the hope that you fear to attain.
It’s the obvious truth of the evening.
Turn out the light and I’ll explain.

James Fenton

Never read this one before and it must surely become a true classic. It's unadorned yet brimmed full of profound insight. Thanks Hes.

[Harry H Howgill]

That's inspired!

Very, very well done DT, hope you are going to give us the epic story in the style of Basho. :thumbup:

Too kind. :-)

Skiddaw, Great Calva,
Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
Hindscarth, Robinson.

[freckle]

Not Much News...

How nice of you to ring. So unexpected.
No. I’m not busy. Yes, I’m on my own.
I wasn’t doing anything important.
Just happened to be sitting by the phone.
You don’t have to apologise. As always
You got the benefit of any doubt.
I didn’t feel neglected in the slightest,
I just assumed you’d rung while I was out.
Odd that you should have caught me at this moment,
First time in ages that I’ve thought of you.
Oh, blue-arsed fly, love, if you get my meaning,
It’s been a very busy week or two.
I’ve read a lot of proofs for other people.
I’ve drafted several chapters of the book.
It didn’t register you hadn’t written;
I haven’t hovered long enough to look.
I’ve caught up with a load of correspondence
And over half of it has been to you.
I tore it up and told myself I’d sent it
Because that’s what unhappy people do.
Gave myself toothache biting on a bullet.
Was not much taken with the taste of lead
So spat it out and wrapped it in a hanky.
Opted for doing something else instead.
Decided to apply the skills God gave me
To doing something that I do quite well;
Made an asbestos jacket for a snowball
So as to give it half a chance in hell...

Ann Drysdale

I love this alf and harry your haiku was brilliant...i have been mega busy lately so have been dipping in and out of the thread and enjoying the many postings without feeling that i have much to contribute :-( ....well done all those who took the bgr journey at the weekend wonderful stuff. best of luck with your next attempt stef, I am iin awe! and well done DT!

[freckle]

I fear that my brain has turned to mush...must be the lack of running and circulation of blood to the brain! come to think of it don't think pam ayres did much running....:-(


Goals
Nowt sexy about having no time to run
Or an ever expanding bum
School runs and brownie excursions
Replace poetry immersion
Pack lunches and spelling rockets
Grey circles frame peeping sockets
But when all is said and done
These flowers are shooting up fast
better grab these moments
while they last
and in my minds eye
the comfort of that beautiful sight
two contented little uns
tucked up in bed at night!

[stevefoster]

Selfish am i
Only think of myself
Hope your all ok

Goodnight and Best Wishes Folks

[Hes]

Awww Freckle, sorry to hear that you aren't getting any time to yourself but this is a lovely poem and the little Freckles are very lucky to have such a wonderful mum.xx

I fear that my brain has turned to mush...must be the lack of running and circulation of blood to the brain! come to think of it don't think pam ayres did much running....:-(


Goals
Nowt sexy about having no time to run
Or an ever expanding bum
School runs and brownie excursions
Replace poetry immersion
Pack lunches and spelling rockets
Grey circles frame peeping sockets
But when all is said and done
These flowers are shooting up fast
better grab these moments
while they last
and in my minds eye
the comfort of that beautiful sight
two contented little uns
tucked up in bed at night!

[Alf]

I fear that my brain has turned to mush...must be the lack of running and circulation of blood to the brain! come to think of it don't think pam ayres did much running....:-(


Goals
Nowt sexy about having no time to run
Or an ever expanding bum
School runs and brownie excursions
Replace poetry immersion
Pack lunches and spelling rockets
Grey circles frame peeping sockets
But when all is said and done
These flowers are shooting up fast
better grab these moments
while they last
and in my minds eye
the comfort of that beautiful sight
two contented little uns
tucked up in bed at night!

Great poem freckle . Grab those fleeting moments and hang onto them