ONE DAY
4th October 2001 was National Poetry Day in the
Members of the PK List had decided to mark the occasion with spontaneous poetry which would reflect something of their part of their world at four points in the day, roughly morning, noon, evening, and night. The event turned out to be a great success with all those who were involved feeling for once a true sense of community. There were glimpses into other peoples lives, a sharing of their hopes and finally a feeling that we were all part of something far bigger than we could know.
When it was over, it wasn't quite over, because a few days
later we received as a postscript a short poem from a
Colin
Addiss - |
I
hear all the poets in my sisters voice their accents Bostonian but the words are not hers in two hours she tramps across the world covers a dozen time-zones and my Saturday becomes their Thursday and their lives become my life next year I will write next year I will join them claim back my life next year is a blank page waiting to be a poem |
Colin died two years later
Please share our day