Eastleigh District

Poetry Group

I Like Peas Seriously speaking, we would like to cover all genres of the subject. Whether it be writing or just enjoying reading poetry.
This is a fun and thought provoking group who meet at the Eastleigh Library in the Swan Centre.
This new group is proving popular, we have traveled down Memory Lane whilst reliving our favorite poems.

We have added an extra bit of fun, we write a poem using a 'Round Robin' method, where we each take a turn to write a line.

Here is one that we wrote at our November meeting (quite good for our second attempt):-

It's pouring with rain
Again and again
The wet really is a pain
Look the garden is flooded, what a shame

Rain, rain when will it stop
Someone can you find a mop
It's pointless you see to keep the path free
Of leaves, sticks, twigs and general debris

Fallen leaves upon the lawn
Oh dear I hope there'll soon be gone
Slipping all over the shop
Then falling in puddles with a plop!!

We meet at 10:30am in the Library which is situated in The Swan Centre Eastleigh.

For further details

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This poem was written by Mary Farrell a member of Causeway U3A in support to others.

Sailing solo

Solo boat on ocean

His boat bobbed on the slight swell,
out of reach or sight of land,
radio down since last weeks' storm.
But not an empty area of ocean,
occasional shipping lanes around,
a short time yet of food and water,
surely he'd be found by then!

It reminded him of his city life,
streets, people, traffic all around,
seen from the windows of his flat,
watching them out there,
But how to break into their busyness?
Each had their own lives and paths,
unaware of the bleakness of the castaway.

An only child, he'd played alone
in a room full of toys meant for friends,
but also in middle-class isolation
in a council house estate.
"Don't bring them home from school,"
he'd been told by strict parents,
"You never know what you'll catch"

Looking at the horizon now,
or with his face to the glass in the flat,
or while waiting for a toy to speak back.
He was too too tired of being alone!
Did he really care any more
if he was rescued?
He'd only be beached again.

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Art Appreciation Book Club
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