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Sue
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Posted -  21/06/2009  :  13:27
I think I put this in the wrong place before , anyway here we go again. I have been doinga bit of poetry writing at my Creative writing group. I seem to find it easier than prose

Here is one I did a couple of weeks ago



Perpetual Motion 

Flowing gently, oozing out of the ground

Slow movement, a constant trickle but little sound

Pond skaters dancing, darting here and there

Water Boatmen rising, falling, as they surface for air.

And yet the water moves away from this homely spot

Pushing through narrow spaces and over jagged rocks

Perpetual motion driving the water on, away

Far away from these small pools

Left shimmering in the morning sun

The shallow trickle slowly building into a might roar.

Crashes down from a great height  to a rocky floor

Its massive foaming fronds encompassing ferns,

Mosses and frightened birds that do not learn

The importance of this powerful force

Pushing its way forward to meet its source .

At last the motion falls to a gentler pace

As the  river widens allowing more space,

For gentle meanderings on this final journey

A journey now of solitude, peace  and tranquillity.

Perpetual motion still remains  a force

As this gentle giant follows its course

With pace unchanged until it meets the sea

A vast expanse, space to be free

Where upon the gentle heat of warming rays

 Pushes fine droplets upwards, and beyond  into space

Convection carrying the droplets high,

Forming cotton wool balls floating in the sky

Slowly these balls of fluff turn grey

As they accumulate debris  and decay

Heavier and heavier until with one sudden burst

They gush from the sky and down to earth

Seeping through the grassy mounds

To caverns deep, deep  beneath  the ground.

And then as if  by chance once more

Perpetual motion creates this eternal flow.

Flowing gently, oozing out of the ground

Slow movement, a constant trickle but little sound

Pond skaters dancing, darting here and there

Water Boatmen rising, falling, as they surface for air.

And yet the water moves away from this homely spot

Pushing through narrow spaces and over jagged rocks

Perpetual motion driving the water on, away

Far, far away  and  beyond



S. E H.
 June 2009 

  

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Sue
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Posted - 21/06/2009 : 13:32
And a visit to Le Grave, a clacier in france, and my first trip in a telecabine cablecar



A  journey to the glacier.
 

The blue of the summer sky,

A gentle breeze and drifting clouds ,

The green of the hills,

And the patchwork quilt of alpine flowers.

In the distance mountain tops, a glacier,

Glinting in the light of the sun

Streaming down on a perfect day.

We moved forward with a gentle sway,

Just two of us facing each other,

In our glassy cocoon.

A sudden lurch and we stopped.

Suspended in groups of three

With shadows on the rocks,

Like eagles hanging  ready to swoop.

Nothing below, just craggy cliffs above.

The wind roaring in my ears,

As it rushed through the tangled web of wires

We rocked to and fro.

My chest rising like a volcano

with the pounding of my heart

Clammy hands, eyes white with fear

And a damp trickle down my spine.

I prayed for it to end

Dreading the worse

My life doomed, and then

As those few static minutes

Became a suspended lifetime

With a jerk the eagle moved.

We continued up the sheer wall

But I still lived in fear that we would fall.

At last we arrived.

Those in front jumped off the moving car.

Which still seemed to move so fast

Slipped gracefully on to the snowy ground.

 But not me! I leaped to freedom at last.

 I gazed in awe, at the beautiful site

Of white snow and cold blue ice

As I did so some one shouted

‘Out of the way’

As he ran and leapt off the mountain side

 To the valley far below,

A hang glider gently floating on the air

How could he do that? I do not know.

At that moment I could here no sound

And it brought it home to me,That what goes up must come down.


S.E.H
 April 2009


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Posted - 21/06/2009 : 13:37
and finally, dedicated to my two cats, one who looks like he has been dragged through a hedge backwards and the other of so serene and proper

The Alley Cat

Just look at him  there
King of the cats .
Tail in the air,
Combing his ears,
Washing his fur,
Strutting his stuff
And doing his bit,
As he walks  by.
Making contact
With keen bright eyes 

Just look at you there
Cat with no home.
Your tail all bent,
Ear at half  mast,
Fur with no shine.
Strutting your stuff
And doing your bit
As you walk by .
Making contact
With one lone eye 

Hissing ,and  spitting
Circling around
Snarling ,and  biting
Fur on the ground 

Look at him now
King of the cats.
Tail all bent,
Ear at half mast,
Fur with no shine,
No strutting of stuff,
No doing his bit,
Now making contact
With one lone eye. 
Bow down to your master
Oh  King of the cats!
Bow down to  your master;
The Alleycat 



SEH
March 2009



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tripps
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Posted - 21/06/2009 : 14:39
Brilliant Sue.    I can hear the cats fight as I read it. We  used to have the King of the Cats, but the one of the same colour, who we called  "the Imposter" got the better of him.


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Stanley
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Posted - 21/06/2009 : 17:25
All good stuff.....  Is Sue Randle same as SEH?


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Cathy
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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 11:34
Great poetry Sue, look forward to more.

PS   How's puss? 


All thru the fields and meadows gay  ....  Enjoy   
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Sue
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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 11:58
SEH is my full initials Stanley, just trying to keep my own surname off line, and definitely not Sue Randle

 My little cat (  little miss prim and porper) is not so good, she has an ear infection and a haematoma in her ear pinna. This is making it bend over somewhat, so she is losing her pristine appearance. unfortunately  the old 'scraggy' cat died some  about 4 years ago from liver cancer. however the two of them got on well, apart from a fe minor altercations  and were as different as chalk from cheese.

I am supposed to be writing something in my writing group called The Camera. so far I am waiting for a flash of inspiration, but my batteries have died!!

Sue


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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 17:39
You can tell you are getting old when you pet loooks older than the vet!!! 
We have just returned from the vet, but our little cat decided she wasn't going and went 'walkabout' at the moment of departure. We could tell she knew  but how we are not sure. We had to phone the vet and say we would be there as soon as we could. Then we tried to act sort of natural, I got the washing in , then sat on the back step, Bob did a bit of gardening and set the watering system going and HEY PRESTO she appeared. I grabbed her and despite pathetic cries we managed to put her in her box and off to the visit. At te other end she point blank refused to come OUt of the bix. Contrary things pets, wise as well!!

 Sue


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Tizer
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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 20:19
"I am supposed to be writing something in my writing group called The *Camera*. so far I am waiting for a *flash* of inspiration, but my *batteries* have died!!"

Was this triple pun designed or accidental Sue?!


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Sue
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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 23:05
Now what do you think Tiz. It is a creative writing group I go to! Yes it was intended and you got it

 Sue

 PS I tried to give a clever response but its too late to be creative


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Posted - 22/06/2009 : 23:06
Now what do you think Tiz. It is a creative writing group I go to! Yes it was intended and you got it

 Sue

 PS I tried to give a clever response but its too late to be creative


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