We had apologies from Irene, Vicky and Nora
I read All This Clobber by Matt Black
Jane read I Want To Be A Yorkshireman by Chris Burdon
Chris read The Miracle by John Drinkwater
Ralp read Each Moment Is Precious by Patricia A Fleming
Carol read Schoolboys in Winter by John Clare
Catherine read The Dream by Aphra Behn
Sue L read her own poem, Wistful
Dave read FOP (But Not Ready To Drop) by Henry Normal
Lynn. read Philomena's Revenge by Rita Ann Higgins
Sue J read Ducks Don't Shop In Sainsburys by Gary Boswell
Nancy read The Rainy Day by Longfellow
We then took on Catherine's idea of a few of us reading a second poem but not racing round the group, allowing us all time to discus and talk about the poems we heard.
Jane read I've A Little Sat Nav by Pam Ayers
Chris read The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by WB Yeats
Ralph read The Bachelor's Soliloquy by Edgar Albert Guest
Carol read Remembering Snow by Brian Patten
Thank you all, as ever, for another wonderful group meeting. There were songs, laughter, serious discussion and once again, a richness of poetry with new discoveries and old (and always welcome) favourites.
Sue Levan shared her own poem which was intended mainly for the Writing Group but Sue gave her permission for me to post it here.
Wistful
For the days when the sun rose early
And started a chain of events
And thing followed thing and then more things
Which signified more than they meant,
I sing in a voice that is silent
And those who come closer to hear
Will not, for they are not in my mind
So nothing I sing will be clear.
I see things in flickers of sunlight
On petals that move in the breeze,
I hear them in whispers unspoken
As a leaf falls from one of the trees.
I sing in a voice that's internal
That cannot be heard from without,
Of things that once were but now are not
Like a dream, or a shadow of doubt.
I sing of an unspoken promise
As binding as one made in blood
Which never broke, but was forgotten,
Just discarded or misunderstood.
I sing of the sweet and the silent,
The things that creep into your mind
When they're gone but they are not forgotten,
Leaving sad-sweet memories behind.
Sue Lavan
I'm sure we all agree just what a lovely and accomplished poem this is. Thankyou Sue.