Today's poet

[freckle]

I've been catching up on some of your wintry choices...its been nice to get lost in some poetry again. Here's one I found today.

Winter Conversation

by Joyce Wakefield


I listen to you explain the difference
between a right brain thought and a left.
I am distracted by the smell
of cold on your face.
I lick it away like a child
with an ice cream cone
sticky fingers and sweet tongue.

Aware that I have been here before
I pause in your words.
I have slept in this flesh,
dreamed these winter bones.

Waking in the darkness between us
I hear frost sweeping the porch,
edging toward the morning.
I reach for your hand.

What, you whisper, voice hoarse with dream.
My lips, swollen with you, cold,
are silent

beautiful :-)

alf...there is still no bleedin snow, just a smattering last week which didn't lie so no snowy run for me this year yet...!

[Masham Man]

Today, amid the gloom and cold
When skies are grey and things look old,
Just look beyond the gate and fields
And you will see what distance yields;
In landscape form and hills for miles,
The sleeping spring awaits and smiles
Of sunshine beams and glorious days
And blue-belled woods in colour-blaze,
Patience, my friend, is nature's pride
As February turns the season's tide!

Liked this found it in the Ripon Gazette today

[freckle]

Today, amid the gloom and cold
When skies are grey and things look old,
Just look beyond the gate and fields
And you will see what distance yields;
In landscape form and hills for miles,
The sleeping spring awaits and smiles
Of sunshine beams and glorious days
And blue-belled woods in colour-blaze,
Patience, my friend, is nature's pride
As February turns the season's tide!

Liked this found it in the Ripon Gazette today

a lovely hopeful poem MM very cheering :-)

[freckle]

What is love without memory ;-)

Valentine ode to the temporal lobes

The interlacing of moments, images and associations
Coupled with a hefty dose of oxytocin
Conjures my valentine with its invisible yarn
Joining two well oiled limbic systems
Into a fabric more unfathomable by far.
And so I would like to proclaim a debt of thanks
To these four repositories of history
For in their absence our love
Might indeed remain a mystery!

[dominion]

Last week was the annual rendition of this William Henry Davies..

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

[Hes]

That's lovely and from the Ripon Gazette too, who'd have thought it!

Today, amid the gloom and cold
When skies are grey and things look old,
Just look beyond the gate and fields
And you will see what distance yields;
In landscape form and hills for miles,
The sleeping spring awaits and smiles
Of sunshine beams and glorious days
And blue-belled woods in colour-blaze,
Patience, my friend, is nature's pride
As February turns the season's tide!

Liked this found it in the Ripon Gazette today

[Hes]

One of my all time favourites Dom and I think of it every time I struggle my way to the top of a steep ascent and use the view as an excuse to have a rest!

Last week was the annual rendition of this William Henry Davies..

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

[Hes]

Oh I really like this Freckle! Especially the last few lines and I love the title. :thumbup: its really good to see you writing again, I tried very briefly the other day but it was pretty awful.xx

What is love without memory ;-)

Valentine ode to the temporal lobes

The interlacing of moments, images and associations
Coupled with a hefty dose of oxytocin
Conjures my valentine with its invisible yarn
Joining two well oiled limbic systems
Into a fabric more unfathomable by far.
And so I would like to proclaim a debt of thanks
To these four repositories of history
For in their absence our love
Might indeed remain a mystery!

[Mossdog]

Yikes! Tomorrow's that DAY!!!! Deep intake of breath. Muster restrained expectations, to stem highly probable, impending, crushing disappointment that the door mat might not have just one of those little envelops patiently waiting on it just for you!! There's no fool like an ol'fool

Anyway, it takes two to tango (and a host of other cliches) so anyone lost for poetic inspiration could do a lot worse than reflect on Robbie's devine delight...

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That’s sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:

Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.

And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.

[Mossdog]

What is love without memory ;-)

Valentine ode to the temporal lobes

The interlacing of moments, images and associations
Coupled with a hefty dose of oxytocin
Conjures my valentine with its invisible yarn
Joining two well oiled limbic systems
Into a fabric more unfathomable by far.
And so I would like to proclaim a debt of thanks
To these four repositories of history
For in their absence our love
Might indeed remain a mystery!

Hey Away!!! Not only is that sooooooo wonderfully original, but it's laced with such a beautiful romantic melancholy tone too. You deserve the biggest hug Frecks x