Poetry Walk Friday 26th April

 

Why not join me on a stroll around Loweswater for a poetry walk. Bring your favourite poem or a poem you have written yourself. You can read it aloud or one of the group will read it for you.
Meet at 11-00am by the phone-box at the northern end of the lake near the Grange Hotel
satnav ref: CA13 0SU.
If it rains bring an umbrella! 

See you there
Ged

A Thought

The mind unthinking said-

       I have the answer!!

                Evolution drives the fuse

                          Which grows the life

                                   Which survives the last

                                             Which burns the future!

And the mind thinking said-

       There is not a God

                Who drove the fuse

                          Which grows the life

                                    Which survives the last

                                             Which burns the future?

But then the mind wondered-

       Is there a life beyond the me

                Which drives the fuse

                          Which grows the life

                                   Which survives the last

                                             Which burns the future?

And then the mind wondered-

       Is there a sperm of the life

                Who drove the fuse

                          Which grows the life

                                   Which survives the last

                                             Which burns the future thought

                                   In light of what was thought in answer?

And the sperm wondered.

April 2013

The Wounds of Love

The wounds of love
 

Rack my heart, while

Suffering measures my desire.

Your picture evokes my despair, yet

Elevates my hope - a sign of tomorrow

All in one breath.

O suffering love, banish my sorrow

Overcome my heart-felt loss!

Today you are in my soul beyond

The mind. Now

Let love, ride roughshod

Over my wastefulness, my futility,

Let joy overcome the forsaken yearning

Of heart-felt needs.

Let love reach out, grasping to

Raise my spirits from the depths.

Wounds of love,

Dare to rack my heart.

Bring joy!

Bring on love!

Fickle Ideas

Fickle ideas of love and hate
I twist to far extremes

So oft of-times and of-late

I have been living nightmare dreams

Short of breath and tight of throat

Emotion wells within

Crystal dew-drop tears bloat-

My life feels so - - a mere whim

I find myself coarse and cruel

I hurt you more and more

Our lives have become a battle and a dual

I see your heart is sore.

Forgive me my love it cannot be

Our minds are far apart

Our stubborn self reject the plea

For a single loving heart.

But begin again I want, I will

To talk it through, to make a start

To be with you tomorrow still

And hold you in my strength, my heart.

The Fervent Friend

 

Beware of crabcrawling friendship

Honourable in malignancy

Dishonourable in goodness

Dismissive of sincere friends

Beware of the fawning apologetic

The smirksmiler

Shallow in honesty and fervent concern

For there stands a fellow followed in fear

In trepidation

The shallow breath of friendship

And there lies a future

Lacking the foundation of faith

The burning warmth of brotherhood

The commitment of sisterhood.

Tomorrow’s promise lies behind

Another door yet to be opened.

Blake

Small in stature yet majestic

A prince of mountains writ small.

A ‘grand climb’ snubbed by the high court,

The regal peers, in snow dusted cowls

Who look down in distain.

To the west, a dappled view remarked

With a history of man’s toil and blood,

And my grandfather’s bones lying

Deep in the red earth

Cold, yet remembered.

This royal western fell echoing the crawk

Of the carrion crow,

And the rustle of  herdwicks

Minding their own,

Stands proud

Cogra suppliant at his feet.