Today's poet

[Stolly]

You can scour the internet for ever and never find a poem that fits but this one is, incredibly, just exactly me!

Past, Present, Future

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.’

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.’

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.’

Emily Bronte

(Er… well, when I say ‘exactly me’, that’s apart from me not being a smiling child obviously… and as for my past resembling a soft and mild autumn evening with a sighing wind? Sod that; more like the autumn evening in October 1987 when that storm hit the south east with a deluge of rain, wide spread carnage and 120 mph gusts of wind … and as young birds go, I’m no spring chicken. But apart from that …. )

[Hes]

This is a lovely poem Mossy and, like Freckle said, it will take a few readings to 'get' varying aspects of it but that's a good thing. I hope this is evidence of a little 'spring' in your step? :wink:

Ours

in grey swirl of the Hows
you kiss me hold me tight
and skylarks laugh
as we hug our's closely
on the limbs of elephants
we slide to the
deep purple greens
of our love's lamb
and you
I adore and kiss
your smell of love
against the warmth of cheeks
our own world on which
we stand and see
the mountains of our heart's
home around and around
and now we know
to share for us together
meandering meaning
of our love's pattern
to behold - us as our's as one

[Hes]

Nice choice Stolly! I haven't read that before and its so full of hope and optimism.

You can scour the internet for ever and never find a poem that fits but this one is, incredibly, just exactly me!

Past, Present, Future

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.’

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.’

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.’

Emily Bronte

(Er… well, when I say ‘exactly me’, that’s apart from me not being a smiling child obviously… and as for my past resembling a soft and mild autumn evening with a sighing wind? Sod that; more like the autumn evening in October 1987 when that storm hit the south east with a deluge of rain, wide spread carnage and 120 mph gusts of wind … and as young birds go, I’m no spring chicken. But apart from that …. )

[Hes]

Ooops, not much activity on here lately! Can't have that. I found a book of erotic poetry in a charity shop and its proving to be excellent bedtime reading. Was a bit embarrassing buying it because the volunteer was new and couldn't work the till so it ended up with three people inspecting my purchase. Now then....should I wait until 9pm to post?

[Hes]

Well, having just stuck a scalpel in my finger (was testing the end to see if it was a new blade...doh!) and bled all over my prints, the plaster is making typing tricky so I'll post one of the tamer and shorter poems from the above collection:

Slowly, slowly
we grow together
skin across the wound
of our separateness.

David Steinburg

[Hes]

One more....

Descant

Outside our bedroom window
in the dark of a spring
rainy midnight
a lone bird warbled
its varied love song
as if it knew what
we were doing
with our windows open.
It trilled on for an hour
in the middle of that night
singing descant
to my heart's melody.

Jane Mayes

[TheReverand]

Slowly, slowly
we grow together
skin across the wound
of our separateness.

David Steinburg

Dont know if I get/like that one Hes

[TheReverand]

One more....

Descant

Outside our bedroom window
in the dark of a spring
rainy midnight
a lone bird warbled
its varied love song
as if it knew what
we were doing
with our windows open.
It trilled on for an hour
in the middle of that night
singing descant
to my heart's melody.

Jane Mayes

I like this one though

[TheReverand]

Just had a few days over in the lakes and got very inspired at various times, I can see how it came so easy to the lake poets!!

Blencathra
The sentinel
Aloof and proud
Watching over those who pass
Pass through the gates
Through the gates to heaven.

Lazing, gazing
up under the lush skirt of Latrigg
No finer river could they be
No finer place than by
The River Greta be.

Or by the slopes
nestled in the lea
of Souther Fell
Pretty Mungrisedale
with its ancient mill
tales of reivers
and stories to tell

[freckle]

Well, having just stuck a scalpel in my finger (was testing the end to see if it was a new blade...doh!) and bled all over my prints, the plaster is making typing tricky so I'll post one of the tamer and shorter poems from the above collection:

Slowly, slowly
we grow together
skin across the wound
of our separateness.

David Steinburg

I absolutely love this Hes, hope yer finger is healing well! x