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Red checkered carpet and mahogany wood dominate
Guinness, beer and wine stand politely 
Reflective 
The eclectic gathering of minds and smiles
Litter the room as left over christmas baubles 
While one voice swoons across the ceiling to fall on ravenous  ears

Smiles in therapy 
And memory slip over the rickety stiles of childhood
As eyes wide shut dance or skipping hypnotically 
As an exuberant uncontrollable child on a windy day 
Create their own beautiful masterpieces from the words lain for all to dream

A sigh
A scratch
A rustling peanut packet to distract
The odd glance searching the sea of eyes for recognition, acceptance, hope or a mere smile

Where aaron jumpers distract
Why do aaron jumpers make one think of catalogues, hearty meals and  most of all love
The love of huge warm arms swinging you around in adoration
Sheer exhilaration at really being in love
Why do aaron jumpers and 
A scottish poets words create 
Grey seas frothy cream licking the rocky skirt of the lighthouse 
Red and white solid safety which 
Perfectly beckons me


And the poem did that and the mind did follow joyously 
The words laid down by 
A man died two years ago
Why did he have to die 2010 just before i heard of him
And now i must search his words in past tense
And almost hero worship
The man from Edinburgh and the visions he gave me 
By the sea 

I shed one tear



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Plz Note
This is about my visit tonight to a poetry group and how reading and your own imagination dance arm in arm.....
Every poets words are half the painting to be completed by the fresh eyes which read on...my theory anyway


My reaction to Edwin Morgan's beautiful write strawberries

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