I haven’t followed the path on the Camiano de Santiago,
where there are taps that spill wine, not water.
But once, after heavy rain, we cycled to the Calder,
and listened to the sound of the roaring weir.
Nor have I gone to Everest Base camp
and found myself in the thinning atmosphere.
But once I did the west-gate run, a pint
in every pub, and followed the slow incline
into Wakefield on Mad Friday,
where there were more than blessings that were dispensed.
Pilgrim places
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Nor have I gone to Everest Base camp
and found myself in the thinning atmosphere.
I like that very much. Quite fancy the west-gate run too. When is it?
and found myself in the thinning atmosphere.
I like that very much. Quite fancy the west-gate run too. When is it?
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
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Yep, good stuff. It's all relative.
I would agree though, the last line is the weakest link. It's already implied. Perhaps something more extravagant, shocking even?
Cheers
Kris
I would agree though, the last line is the weakest link. It's already implied. Perhaps something more extravagant, shocking even?
Cheers
Kris
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Thanks for the responses. No idea about the last line but it seems like a weak link.
Ray, its at 7.30 starting at The Redoubt.
Tony
Ray, its at 7.30 starting at The Redoubt.
Tony
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves