Today's poet

[Hes]

There's been some great poetry stuff on the radio lately and I've just had a quick look back through the last posts for a bit of a treat. My head is full at the moment and it needs emptying out so that I can start 2014 with space for new artwork and hopefully a batch of new haiku for a project I'm working on. This one snuck in tonight at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park:

the night air sharpens,
cradled in winter's branches
the swollen moon.

[Mossdog]

There's been some great poetry stuff on the radio lately and I've just had a quick look back through the last posts for a bit of a treat. My head is full at the moment and it needs emptying out so that I can start 2014 with space for new artwork and hopefully a batch of new haiku for a project I'm working on. This one snuck in tonight at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park:

the night air sharpens,
cradled in winter's branches
the swollen moon.

That's a very good snucking. Did you see that moonrise tonight? Here, it floated like a Chinese lantern over Monk's Moor - spellbinding. Would have held my breath if I hadn't been slogging my way upwards

Orion gazes
as slow seeps the moon
kisses the dark Fell.

[Hes]

That's really lovely, just right! I did see the moon yesterday, it was gorgeous. I do yoga at my friend's place on a farm and the journey over was magical. Especially so because the stars were clear too.

That's a very good snucking. Did you see that moonrise tonight? Here, it floated like a Chinese lantern over Monk's Moor - spellbinding. Would have held my breath if I hadn't been slogging my way upwards

Orion gazes
as slow seeps the moon
kisses the dark Fell.

[XRunner]

I have not checked to see if we have any D H Lawrence poems on this thread.

Listening to BBC2 "A Journey Without Shame" reminds me about this poem
which I shall dedicate to Freckle, (the Frieda of this thread)...

Moonrise

And who has seen the moon, who has not seen
Her rise from out the chamber of the deep,
Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber
Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw
Confession of delight upon the wave,

Littering the waves with her own superscription
Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us
Spread out and known at last, and we are sure
That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,
That perfect, bright experience never falls
To nothingness, and time will dim the moon

Sooner than our full consummation here
In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.

[Mountain Goatess]

~ boldly glowing white
waxen master of the night
the man in the moon ~

[Mossdog]

~ boldly glowing white
waxen master of the night
the man in the moon ~

That's really rather nice MG. I've often wondered why its a bloke in the moon though and not a lass

Bird-Understander

Of many reasons I love you here is one

the way you write me from the gate at the airport
so I can tell you everything will be alright

so you can tell me there is a bird
trapped in the terminal all the people
ignoring it because they do not know
what do with it except to leave it alone
until it scares itself to death

it makes you terribly terribly sad

You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free or (failing that)
call a bird-understander
to come help the bird

All you can do is notice the bird
and feel for the bird and write
to tell me how language feels
impossibly useless

but you are wrong

You are a bird-understander
better than I could ever be
who make so many noises
and call them song

These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt

you have offered them
to me I am only
giving them back

if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not

BY CRAIG ARNOLD

[Mossdog]

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.

William Blake

[Borrowdale_Battenberg]

Pink, Yellow, Pink, Yellow. Or both please auntie.

Yes I shall have my cake and eat it.

[Danbert Nocurry]

The man pointed up at the night sky and urged the passer by to share with him the aura and splendour of the moon.

But the passer by didn't see the aura and splendour of the moon, he only saw the dirt under the man's fingernails.

[Richard Shlong]

The man pointed up at the night sky and urged the passer by to share with him the aura and splendour of the moon.

But the passer by didn't see the aura and splendour of the moon, he only saw the dirt under the man's fingernails.

That's beautiful. The meaning behind it is somewhat underwhelming, yet modest and bright. It arouses thoughts of the past, both happy memories and sad.

It gives me creamy, waxy notes on the nose alongside citrus freshness and fresh cut herbs. Very silky palate lined with lemon curd and citron peel, showing a tart freshness. The finish is long with a grassy lift on the end. Rich, round, supple.