Welcome to Day 7 of the 2012 April Write – the Poets Jubilee Olympiad.
Some of you may have found our Day 6 topic on injustice and racism, hard to write on or it’s taking longer than you thought to complete. You might have chosen not to share what you had penned, or found yourself hard pressed for time.
I understand that you will get too busy sometimes, so you can always catch up on days that you have missed at any time during the month of April.
Your title and topic for Day 7 of the April Write is “READING”
Please watch the video below.
(As you should be doing every day…)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3LUgzaAs-k
Then come back to the group and share with us why you read or why you might encourage others to do so.
Angee
xoxo
The April Write 
Adam Rowland (fb group member)
Reading
At the confluence of the rivers Kennet and Thames, lies Reading.
Autumnal leaves remind me of this place.
They blow across my face.
Please take care to insert here another word that ends in ‘…ace’.
Personally, I feel very important when I can comprehend an other’s carefully constructed prose.
I like to talk about it.
I like to talk about me.
Your words are very important.
‘Important’ is such an important word.
I would float down the Kennet, but it is oh so cold, and oh so slow.
I would get to Reading.
But I do not care to.
I honestly don’t.
(c)7th April 2012 Adam Rowland
Gay Reiser Cannon (fb group member)
Why Lie-Lee Yields Poetry
They’re sprung from the trunks of trees
Stripped of bark and set with marks
Writ to last– past seasons, beyond the breeze
Books conceived, delivered, make us free
The roots of each are in the ground
Given to man at his birth
The rights to know, to learn are found
Tucked in the leaves once earthbound
The roots of words Latinate
the lee LY and the Li LIE
libri – the book that forms a fate
liber – the freedom that comes from that
Take up freedom from your library
Learn to read, read to know
Those who can’t know poverty
Those who can hear poetry
(c)7th April 2012 Gay Reiser Cannon
And I might add statistically succeed.
Zita Holbourne (fb group member)
Some read so they might be well read
Some read to unwind when it’s time for bed
Some read to escape life’s daily pressure
Some read to pass their time of leisure
Some read to learn and spread the word
Some read on recommendations they’ve heard
Some read to know the daily news
Some read to know another’s views
Some read to gain an education
Some read to enjoy another’s creation
I read to learn & read to know
I read to develop & read to grow
I read to smile & read to cry
I’ll read until the day I die.
(c)April 2012 Zita Holbourne
Charity Katotobwe (fb group member)
“ Reading ”
I read for leisure
I read for pleasure
I read to acquire knowledge
I read to understand life through another person’s experience
I read to broaden my thinking
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I read material that is edifying
That moves me beyond understanding
I read for to enjoy
And to feel joy
I read to experience different emotions
To feel alternate conditions
© Charity Katotobwe 7th April Write 2012
‘READY TO READ’
When you pick up a book
You prepare to be taken
To a different world
What we call non-fiction or fact
Are all the things
Both the wonderfully good and horrifically bad
And everything in between
That can happen in our or someone else’s life
These things then become
A kind of history
A legacy of our past
What we call fiction or fantasy
Are the all the things
That we could ever dream of
When we close our eyes at night
All the fantastically impossible things we imagine
The different places that we’ll never visit
The journeys that we’ll never physically take
Except in our head
Are you ready to read?
Then open the pages of a book
Because the worlds within deserve a look.
©7th April 2012 Angela Edgar All Rights Reserved (April Write day 7)
Lauren E Delp
Reading
You take me to another world
One I never knew
Or one I knew but didn’t get
You take me to another world
You show me places I never saw
Long ago and far away
Or hidden places deep within
You show me places I never saw
You teach me of the others’ worlds
Of their sacred cows
And loves and hates and fears
You teach me of the others’ worlds
You are my guide and mentor
My mapmaker and pilot
You make me stretch my boundaries
You are my guide and mentor
You are 52 years of reading
(C)9th April 2012 Lauren E Delp
Justice Chikandamina (fb group member)
Poems and books I have read
some thrillers and dark ones
my wish is to read minds
(c)April 2012
Justice Chikandamina
Poems and books I have read
some thrillers and dark ones
my wish is to read minds
(c)April 2012 Justice Chikandamina
Mark Paleologo
reading
the young man
apple tree perched
escapes from concrete
leaf hidden and
blossoming
balances the universe
on his lap
the broken spine
brittle page tome
open
where the surveyor
finds himself adrift
in the moat of a town
surrounding the castle
the cultured canopy
fractures sunbeams
ripping through
time and space
franz climbs half way up
handing him lunch
telling him
this is where
it starts to get
good
(c)April 2012 Mark Paleologo
Bayley Marina2:46pm Apr 13
I have to confess,
Get this secret, off my chest,
I like the mystery, the play-ment with words
The worlds that unfold
The story which are told
The characters I met
The mystical beast, I greet
It started when a friend and I parted
Given a book and just had to take a look
Tatter and torn, pages unworn
My hand traced the first page, it had been an age
Wondering if it was just like the others
The one told to me by my sister and mother
Two snakes entwined, in a battle of kinds
Eating each other’s heads, why had neither been fed
Text of red and green, engaged the scene
A boy, a book, a raining night
Thunder and lightning gave him a fright
His world the story world joins as one
But wait a minute they was a third,
I saw the rain, heard the thunder
Felt his pain
Sebastian just call her name
So this story can begin again
Yes I have a secret which has to be told
I have sailed the seven seas,
Fought mystical breast
And climbed talking trees
I have saved cities and lands
Walked, rode and run across field of gold
Urged my friends on, fought many a foe
Woken in a field with a purple glow
Felt my toes and my nose grow cold
Looked for the island which held the clue
If only you knew I have a secret that must be told
I read books that were written for the young
And it is not because I am growing old
That I believe that these story must continue to be told
(C)April 2012 Marina Bayley