Sonnet from December and reminder of first meeting

Happy New Year to all Coast Liners.

Our first meeting Wednesday 6 February at 10.30 am. Karen has made suggestions in her blog of some ideas which arise from her poem. So you could choose one word, the lot or whatever and wherever fancy takes you.

Do bring along a poem for our first meeting. It is going to be a great year with the literary festival well under way in planning. I will be able to show you the program when we meet.

Any ideas for our year together whether in outings, for example going to theatre, or visiting speakers etc.

Bring paper and pen to meeting so we can have some fun and creativity whilst together.



The World Is Too Much With Us Late and Soon
(Apologies to William Wordsworth)

The world is too much global now and soon
Acquiring has spread we loose our power
Of this our natural world by lengthy hour
Our spirit cold we now lie close to ruin
Land tired fallow by an ocean full of gloom
Politicians do not promise words now ceased
Too late beached whales no longer any feast
Religions do not matter since left in doom
Love not captured in this airless drought
You sit there and lecture innane words to me
And so we continue to fight and shout
To keep alive in any way we can foresee
Maybe the next of kin will bring new light
So mankind can begin another world with more insight.

Cecilia Morris

Found Poem

From our apartment, I can see the dock where visiting boats dock for the weekend. Saturday morning I got up and looked at their names:

First Light
Second Wind
Obsession
Bad Influence

I think this is almost a found poem! For Feb, I thought I'd share these phrases. If you are so inclined, feel free to use one or all!

Meeting with Uncle Ern,
on the occasion of Dad's wake


Let us not Pussyfoot around with the human condition,

Let us be Full and Frank, Ernest.

Felicitations on your Eightieth,
Commiserations on the loss of your Brother

I knew him only a little , a wisp of a benign presence,
hiding behind the Paper with his Gallon of tepid Tea,
betraying his wringing inards only rarely
with the odd flash of a steely stern stare,
maintaining his phony Anglophilia to a Tee

a grunt. Sporadic passive engagement,
or mildly supportive wheezes as he puffed away
Come on, Dad give me something ,
give me a sign that you care.
That I mean something to you

Let me in

Mean something to me

How did you know him, Well? ...
WELL!?

I put it to you that you did'nt know him at all
I put it to you that you do not know yourself.

What Happens to people?

What mystery lurks, when..
fears freeze,
embittered lusts fester,
needs unmet return to plague the naif ,
jealousies denied haunt their kneejerk defences at every Tick...
potential untapped ....dies on the vine

Let us not treat our memories like fine- boned China

Let us reveal ourselves, unfold,
admit,, celebrate our nature, it's many parts,
show as it were, what Man can be without shame.

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For Fuck's sake Ernie show yourself!

Say something, Be someone,

Mean something to me.

Jonathon Lee