through the printed word,
books are fast becoming my solace.
Another corker Although the first half is a bit of a downer, the points you make about reading are very uplifting. Books are an escape-route, there's no doubt about it Izzy :kitty:
Did you fly in your dreams when a child? I know I did.
My memory of it is as strong as it was at the time. I used to soar down the stairs and out of the front door. The feeling was like being on a roller coaster, which is probably why I have liked them so much .
Lovely poem as always and thanks for reminding me what it was like to fly all those years ago
they get the pleasure of experiencing the calm,
glorious sunrises and colourful sunsets
Interesting poem IzzyS, the trees also interest me, as they stand, as all goes by. Not many look at the trees but some trees have lovely shapes and with seasons, the shapes change but come back to what they are, so that we can.
I sit with my tea
at a table for me
a teapot unusually
where my feet
don't touch the ground
with a flapjack
that's nice but
crumbly to hold
in a place of
stables of old
where the shades
are quite nice
and modern to see
sums up a nice
relaxing day for me
Have you taken any good photos?
I'm trying to as she laughs out loud( can't use flash)
Can I take a picture of you?
(I can't believe you said that)
No, I don't like photos
(Trying to make conversation)
(Why didn't you say that?)
(We could have talked about all sorts)
(We could have walked and talked)
(We could have looked at the flowers)
What a lovely poem Izzy, I like the way you compared us to trees. It must have taken ages to write, as it's quite a lengthy piece. Thanks for sharing this
Thank you to be honest, I don't really remember how long it took to write it rarely takes me longer than an hour or possibly two at the most to write poems, although on the odd ocassion I may start typing one at night and go to bed, to finish it the next morning but for the most part I do them in one go, even if it takes an hour or so. I don't like to edit them after a set length of time, say a day or so, as I feel that what came to mind at the time of originally writing it, is probably whats meant to be said and if I try and edit and change it much, it may somehow lose some of the (best?) substance the piece contained, if that makes any sense?.
Having said that, I can cringe a bit at some aspects of my previous work. Re-reading that particular poem, I'm critical of the lack of commas - you'd need to take a big breath in before reading through most of it, as it stands, I reckon(!).
Another corker Although the first half is a bit of a downer, the points you make about reading are very uplifting. Books are an escape-route, there's no doubt about it Izzy :kitty:
Thanks, thats high praise indeed I've been reading quite a lot lately - I'm becoming a real 'bookworm'. I just ordered 6 (new-ish) novels yesterday and I finished reading a book thats 435 pages long, on Thursday. It took me 5 days to read, which is good going considering I used to be put off reading anything longer than about 300 pages in the past.
Oh landscape,
how you hide behind,
the curtain of clouds,
enveloping, if but in part,
our visions desire to see,
all that lies ahead,
what is out there,
way up high,
out there, in the great beyond,
the never ending sky?.
Little tinges of colour,
dashes of yellow or orange;
may be seen; here or there,
peeking out from the hidden secrecy
like little misbehaving children, desperate to see
yet still shyly hidden.
Looking up at whats out there,
the colours; patterns in cloud and sky,
dotted around as if the sky is a watercolour,
a painting proudly displayed.
How inspirational I find it,
when I look out and see all that it offers,
its at such times I feel particularly aware,
of the vastness and the beauty thats out there,
look up, there's always hope,
the sun will appear, in the end,
a time of peace, hope and choice,
awaits you, just look above and believe.
Nice one Sandy - you can't beat a ramble through the countryside With the help of a friend I've recently discovered some local ancient woodlands. Most people don't even know about them
Having said that, I can cringe a bit at some aspects of my previous work.
I know what you mean Izzy - I cringe at a lot of my early material too Book-wise, I can't concentrate very well at the moment, so I'm re-reading Peter Ackroyd's marvelous biography on William Blake
How inspirational I find it,
When I look out and see all that it offers,
It's at such times I feel particularly aware,
Of the vastness and the beauty that's out there,
I don't usually quote big chunks of poems, because it makes the thread look a bit clogged. But these lines just had to be quoted, as they so accurately sum up the outlook of the Romantic poets. Before Wordsworth, Shelley and the Romantics came along, the countryside was largely a feared place; an unknown territory full of folk tales about witches, evil spirits and weird creatures. The genius of the Romantics was to stare, amazed at a lake, sunset or mountain range and then write about it.
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Excellent
As Arnie once said - 'I'll Be Back'
By a whooshing ball of death
Heads ducked to avoid the hit
And sharp intakes of breath
A bird flies up and squawks its ire
As the ball cracks through a tree
A ranging shot of cannon fire
From the Raja’s gunnery
Then still again to spit and sweat
An officer’s eyes askance
Muskets cleaned and bayonets set
For the order to advance
Another ball flies overhead
Then slashes through the corn
A rounded scythe to make us dead
At least it breaks the yawn
Shouts and hollars down the ranks
Make men stretch, cheer and rise
It’s strange that we should all give thanks
Being sent to our demise
If I could find my mind, I'd be more famous than Freud
Did you fly in your dreams when a child? I know I did.
My memory of it is as strong as it was at the time. I used to soar down the stairs and out of the front door. The feeling was like being on a roller coaster, which is probably why I have liked them so much .
Lovely poem as always and thanks for reminding me what it was like to fly all those years ago
What brilliant use of metaphor that is . Terrific poem Elyan.
Rambling through
the long grass
as a meadow lays beyond
where a spring fountain may stand
do I find a place of rest?
I do not know
for you have
not found the long grass
though you walk that way
you must feel nature's path
And you.:D
I sit with my tea
at a table for me
a teapot unusually
where my feet
don't touch the ground
with a flapjack
that's nice but
crumbly to hold
in a place of
stables of old
where the shades
are quite nice
and modern to see
sums up a nice
relaxing day for me
Have you taken any good photos?
I'm trying to as she laughs out loud( can't use flash)
Can I take a picture of you?
(I can't believe you said that)
No, I don't like photos
(Trying to make conversation)
(Why didn't you say that?)
(We could have talked about all sorts)
(We could have walked and talked)
(We could have looked at the flowers)
Thank you
Having said that, I can cringe a bit at some aspects of my previous work. Re-reading that particular poem, I'm critical of the lack of commas - you'd need to take a big breath in before reading through most of it, as it stands, I reckon(!).
Thanks, thats high praise indeed
how you hide behind,
the curtain of clouds,
enveloping, if but in part,
our visions desire to see,
all that lies ahead,
what is out there,
way up high,
out there, in the great beyond,
the never ending sky?.
Little tinges of colour,
dashes of yellow or orange;
may be seen; here or there,
peeking out from the hidden secrecy
like little misbehaving children, desperate to see
yet still shyly hidden.
Looking up at whats out there,
the colours; patterns in cloud and sky,
dotted around as if the sky is a watercolour,
a painting proudly displayed.
How inspirational I find it,
when I look out and see all that it offers,
its at such times I feel particularly aware,
of the vastness and the beauty thats out there,
look up, there's always hope,
the sun will appear, in the end,
a time of peace, hope and choice,
awaits you, just look above and believe.
I really enjoyed this one Sandy :kitty: It reminded me of folk music and I could picture the pirate and his lady clearly. What a lovely romantic tale
I'll Be On My Way was a song that The Beatles gave away
Welcome to the thread by the way, if you haven't posted before :kitty:
You can't beat a nice cuppa either :kitty:
Thanks very much to both of you.
A beautiful poem Izzy
Ah, thats kind of you to say
Hasta la vista baby
A pleasure, Elyan
I'm off to get some lunch now - bye for now my friends :kitty: