I went to Yorkshire Sculpture Park today to catch the Jaume Plensa exhibition before it finishes at the weekend and I thought I'd post this bit of mesostic poetry by Alec Finlay.
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I went to Yorkshire Sculpture Park today to catch the Jaume Plensa exhibition before it finishes at the weekend and I thought I'd post this bit of mesostic poetry by Alec Finlay.
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Hey well it's well worth the wait Hes - that's lovely. Thank you.Originally Posted by Hes
Am Yisrael Chai
Sadly, the best I can muster tonight is a quick Haiku...
On Hardberry top
showered by winter's stars, breath
Orion's crisp air.
Am Yisrael Chai
Couple of good uns from Mossy and Hes, cheers:thumbup:
Harvey's Bristol Cream
a small glass before bedtime
Christmas leftover
Poacher turned game-keeper
I really like this Mossy and I have been trying to construct one with Orion in too!! Just had a totally lovely headtorch run under the stars. These frosty nights are beautiful aren't they?
:thumbup: nice one Steve.
Surely you mean nice one Derby Tup??? Can't reveal his real name:wink:
Creative Haiku juices are running tonight from Hes,Mossy and DT
I had a sublime run tonight. One of those times when you think you can run forever. Running fast on the flat and feeling strong on the hills with the road falling away under your feet for a change rather than trying to trip you up or stop you in your tracks.
Time for a bit of Willy Wordsworth from 'The Prelude' methinks
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle; with the din
Smitten, the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound
Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars
Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.
Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, or sportively
Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a star
That fled, and, flying still before me, gleamed
Upon the glassy plain; and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,
And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still
The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheeled by me--even as if the earth had rolled
With visible motion her diurnal round!
Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched
Till all was tranquil as a dreamless sleep.
Now that's creme-de-la-creme DT :thumbup:
Am Yisrael Chai
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