Poetry Groups and Aaron Jumpers

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 ------------------------------------------------- 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