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
