Have a relaxing time, Dave. You've been a busy fella and
some time out surely needed.
Come back refreshed ... and please - bring your pen along


Curtains for Summer

Summer smiles, taking a bow
With flourished outstretched hand
Leaving all her mystic charm -
A finale always grand.

Silently the leaves cascade
While fragrant, withered gems -
Tulips and chrysanthemums
Shed tears for wilting stems.


Mother Nature in the wings
Waiting round the bend
As curtain falls upon the stage -
The play is summer's end.

-bjb

http://www.poetrysociety.org.uk/content/info/npd/

Met my Daughter in London yesterday we did the Natural History Museum - her job is in Falconry and then she took me here (above) in return

We heard

Sea Fever
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel's kick and the wind'™s song and the white sail'™s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking,

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale€'s way where the wind'™s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick'™s over.

John Masefield

and this, among others

Not Waving but Drowning
Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.


Stevie Smith
--
All the more poignant due to where I had been in the days previous. I watched this until I froze
http://youtu.be/zlCRN_U69A0 - best watched HD full screen on Mute (after hearing that Kid ) I need to get one of those furry mic's
It has it's own rhythm and rhyme...

for a bit of context the youtube was taken from this bridge between the piers surrounding Whitby Harbour


Many's the time I have lain my troubles on a rock - hurling it as far out as I could
covered over by the vast sea - hidden - no longer a sound a ripple
jingles up on shore - a smoothed out pebble
chosen by a child and skimmed back in
one bounce two bounce three
that irritating, bit of grit
turns out to be
A Pearl.


Dave

Hanging with a silent wisdom
Reflected smiles soak distant frosted fields
Uniting

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Here's a flowery piece written way back when ...

Petals

Silky soft
Gentle as a lover's breath
Tender folds
I long to crush and
Press to lips
No sweeter death

-bjb

Petals

So good you reach out to touch it