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    Re: Today's poet

    I too like the dream keeper poem. Difficult to follow that but here we are in a new day, remembering or not remembering dreams, and all I have to offer is this poem by Pat Winslow that I find really funny and have been meaning to post on here for ages, just as a change. Her interpretation of the situation was a surprise, to me anyway, and probably why I found it funny. Hope you all do too.

    Mycroft and Sherlock by Pat Winslow

    You'd call them singular, I suppose.
    They were forever counting.

    How many steps from our bedpost to the tallboy,
    how many stairs to the landing.

    There wasn't a cupboard
    they hadn't opened or found the key to.

    They made an inventory
    of everything from saucers to coats.

    Holidays were a nightmare -
    how many quarter mile posts between stations,

    what size boots the ticket inspector wore,
    what he'd eaten the day before.

    They could look at a train and tell you
    what the weather was like in Carlisle.

    You can't imagine how many friends we lost.
    The 'samples' nurse found beneath their beds -

    cigar butts, half-drained glasses, combs,
    handerkerchiefs and socks and underwear.

    The drugs I can understand. Their father did it.
    And at least it kept them quiet.

    But the tendency to want the truth,
    the whole truth and nothing but.

    Our guests were MPs and businessmen.
    Besides, I had a lover.

    That was soon over. And my marriage.
    They didn't care. They had each other.

    And later, Sherlock had that doctor.
    The signs were there, of course.

    I just never saw them.

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    And to balance things up, this from Ruth Padel, from the book "Angels" again.

    Foxgloves by Ruth Padel

    I found her recipe
    in the Taunton Evening News,
    reading it out Friday night
    as I always did. He made do
    in the ioniser room six days
    with pinpricks on parchment.

    'Two to four cups spring water.
    Or use distilled. One heaped tsp. ginseng.
    Two tbs. sea salt crystals. One head
    of coltsfoot. One pinch she-wolf's hair
    from a live and shedding wolf.

    This is important. Ask keepers
    at your local Wildlife Centre. One ounce
    graveyard topsoil from the bed
    of someone you revered for courage.
    Don't use a shovel. Always replace

    any sod you pull up.' When we met
    it was September. Spores were out.
    Asthma bad. Her voice was a samaritan silk.
    Her eyes went to slits, bronze fennel.
    Something hula-hooped in my belly.

    She said, 'Foxgloves. Velvet.
    Darkness. Alice, I want it.'
    He has forbidden her the house.
    He can't see her standing on our path,
    full sun, without a shadow. I found
    honey in her fingers like the blind.

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    I really enjoyed both of your choices Stevie especially the funny Sherlock Holmes one. Freckle, that is one of my favourite poems from Being Human.

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    One Way of Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds

    A black cat crossing your path is bad for luck, it's said.
    But to cross the path of thirteen blackbirds —
    that has to be a sign. There's meaning
    in the way they're sitting on that line
    side by shadowy side,
    yellow eyes unblinking,
    staring down at you
    all of one mind,
    just waiting
    to dive.

    Jeff Tigchelaar

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    Quote Originally Posted by Hes View Post
    One Way of Looking at Thirteen Blackbirds

    A black cat crossing your path is bad for luck, it's said.
    But to cross the path of thirteen blackbirds —
    that has to be a sign. There's meaning
    in the way they're sitting on that line
    side by shadowy side,
    yellow eyes unblinking,
    staring down at you
    all of one mind,
    just waiting
    to dive.

    Jeff Tigchelaar
    nice choice Hes

    Since the "Buzzard incident" I have had a new respect for birds and what they are capable of.
    Apparently they are all descended from meat eating dinosaurs :w00t:

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    Quote Originally Posted by Stevie View Post
    I too like the dream keeper poem. Difficult to follow that but here we are in a new day, remembering or not remembering dreams, and all I have to offer is this poem by Pat Winslow that I find really funny and have been meaning to post on here for ages, just as a change. Her interpretation of the situation was a surprise, to me anyway, and probably why I found it funny. Hope you all do too.

    Mycroft and Sherlock by Pat Winslow

    You'd call them singular, I suppose.
    They were forever counting.

    How many steps from our bedpost to the tallboy,
    how many stairs to the landing.

    There wasn't a cupboard
    they hadn't opened or found the key to.

    They made an inventory
    of everything from saucers to coats.

    Holidays were a nightmare -
    how many quarter mile posts between stations,

    what size boots the ticket inspector wore,
    what he'd eaten the day before.

    They could look at a train and tell you
    what the weather was like in Carlisle.

    You can't imagine how many friends we lost.
    The 'samples' nurse found beneath their beds -

    cigar butts, half-drained glasses, combs,
    handerkerchiefs and socks and underwear.

    The drugs I can understand. Their father did it.
    And at least it kept them quiet.

    But the tendency to want the truth,
    the whole truth and nothing but.

    Our guests were MPs and businessmen.
    Besides, I had a lover.

    That was soon over. And my marriage.
    They didn't care. They had each other.

    And later, Sherlock had that doctor.
    The signs were there, of course.

    I just never saw them.
    Thanks for posting this Stevie it made be look for more of her stuff. I found 'Ghost' which I found very moving but probably a litle strong for the thread without a warning.

    You can find it here http://www.poetrypf.co.uk/patwinslowpage.html

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    John Keats, a man who died aged 25 in early "summer" never got to
    experience autumn and winter in terms of years but maybe he
    did in terms of emotion ?

    The Human Seasons

    Four seasons fill the measure of the year;
    There are four seasons in the mind of man:
    He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
    Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
    He has his Summer, when luxuriously
    Spring’s honey’d cud of youthful thought he loves
    To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
    Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
    His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
    He furleth close; contented so to look
    On mists in idleness—to let fair things
    Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
    He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
    Or else he would forego his mortal nature.

    John Keats

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    In the process, of transition
    can you capture the moment
    when the ownership
    of ones heart
    passes from one to another

    still possesed by one
    but knowing it has
    to soon move on

    to a new host
    who will nourish
    nuture, revitalise
    and love

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    Hi Rev, I like this very much. The end of a relationship and the start of a new one are very poignant times I think. It sometimes seems inconceivable that you will ever give anyone your heart again but then, out of the blue, you find you are willing to make a leap of faith...I think the potential happiness outweighs the risk!

    Quote Originally Posted by TheReverand View Post
    In the process, of transition
    can you capture the moment
    when the ownership
    of ones heart
    passes from one to another

    still possesed by one
    but knowing it has
    to soon move on

    to a new host
    who will nourish
    nuture, revitalise
    and love

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    Hi Alf, I had a buzzard buzzing incident too and it certainly put things in perspective! :w00t:

    Quote Originally Posted by Alf View Post
    nice choice Hes

    Since the "Buzzard incident" I have had a new respect for birds and what they are capable of.
    Apparently they are all descended from meat eating dinosaurs :w00t:

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