February Paris Poets Society Meeting 2012

The Paris Poet's Society met Thursday at That Guy's Coffee downtown Paris. In attendance were John Howison, Sharda Brody, Tommy Stone and Dee Martin. We are always grateful to Gerald for providing us space and his wonderful coffee.

We missed Sherry Scott who is in play rehearsal and especially this night as we were visited by the folks from inparistexas.com who are going to write about us on their webpage.  We would love to see some interest generated and have more people visit!

John shared some stories about and by William Tubman, former president of Liberia and a poem by Arna Bontemps called Nocturne of the Wharves and Sharda read a piece from the web that I was unable to find, and an original piece called Autumn.

AUTUMN

Acorns tapping the roof

Turn my eyes to see

Flutterings of golden leaves

Catch my inbreath to

Warm the sweet brown scent of

Autumn

Tommy recited an original piece and some wonderful poetry by Nikki Giovanni (as well as sharing his delicious chocolate truffles!)

I read two original pieces as well as Belle Isle 1949 by Philip Levine and I am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

We discussed the possibility of doing a "Poetry Walk",in conjunction with April in Paris this year. This would entail asking for submissions from local authors and displaying their poetry in shop windows around downtown.

Be watching facebook for an announcement of our next meeting and consider joining us.  You can bring original work, share the work of a favorite poet, or simply come to listen and have a great evening!

Here is an original poem that I read last night. If you would like to have your poetry featured here please email us at ParisPoetsSociety@gmail.com

The Three Adventurers

the depths of which
cannot be plumbed
the heights

cannot be scaled

a wilderness
so desolate
imagination pales

yet we the three
adventurers

move on though
pushed by gales
that blow from north

and south and east

and even from the west
but we the three
adventurers

push on to pass
the test

through perilous trail

through cliff and cave

blizzard blinded

onward quest
for we are three

adventurers

brave and strong
and true
though trials and fears

are real my friends and I

will follow through

And later

when the treasure found

we’ll pass the bottle
round and round
and by the fire

burning bright

tell tales throughout
the starlit night

as sparks rise
high and higher still

we’ll laugh and drink
and eat our fill

for we are three

adventurers

home safely warm abide

until the next

we journey forth
the stars our only guide
so merry now

and merry then
and merry come what may
the call to quest
rings loudly out

adventurers obey

Respectfully submitted by,

Dee Martin