Pub meetings et al

We had a parents’ inclusion group meeting last night, in the pub where the Kinks used to play. My minutes may have been somewhat affected by alcohol (champage, provided on her business by the group’s chair) and the difficulty of hearing anyone against the general pub chatter. It was however a pleasant occasion, with nibbles as well as drink to toast the departure of The Demon Headmaster.

I had hoped to report that I was no longer secretary of the group, having declared when I took it on that I would not do it beyond July. However in the absence of any volunteer to take over, we agreed that minute-taking and typing up would rotate round the group, and that I would continue to draw up agendas and send meeting reminders. Given the amount of flattery the group gave me to persuade me to stay on, I just had to cave in.

So today I was typing minutes again, but also, much to my own surprise, managed to get together three fairly presentable, if old, poems to send to the poetry competition which had miraculously extended its deadline so I could still enter. I also discovered that although it feels as if I haven’t written any poetry at all in the last five to seven years, there has in fact been no year in which I didn’t write at least one. Which is better than nothing. Nothing however to match 2003 when I wrote 35 – but then I was in love. Now I’m not.

3 thoughts on “Pub meetings et al

  1. That’s interesting. My brother-in-law is a poet too, when I asked him recently if he’d written anything he said “A bit but not so much – but then I’m happy now”. Seems like being in love has lessened his need to write.

  2. For me, up till recently there was a specific state when I wrote poetry, lots of it mainly crap. It was normally fairly early on in going from crap to better. It marked a point where I was often finding resolution/the ability to let go.

    Now, I belong to a writers group and after playing with short stories, long winded poems, I have found I real enjoy trying to writing short poems. I rarely manage a haiku’s brevity but trying to distil the essence of an experience as briefly as possible is a real challenge.

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