I've not blogged for ages - maybe because I found everything I wanted to say was in some ways increasingly "political" in nature and I don't want this blog to be a political rant. That's what facebook is for! The odd things in life I find these days are so often wrapped up in government policy, or official bureaucracy.
However, a new friend who is a poet has become somewhat of a muse, and so on their prompting I offer the following...
Singing.
An autobiographical poem by Ian Diddams. With thanks to John Miles
Singing was my first love,
And it may be my last,
Singing in the future,
Came from singing in the past...
First was singing at school,
Happy songs and ditties,
And a solo first verse
Of 'Royal David's City
Then to the local choir
To sing along in church
hymns and carols, where on
the edge of a pew I'd perch
Soon the joys of rugby
Enticed me from the choir
With songs of maidens named
Dinah and Delilah
We'd sing of Immobile,
and then "The Sloop John B"
And a Dickie-Die-Doe
My rugby team mates and me
Then a hip replacement
Stopped all the running stuff
Rugby and triathlon
My body had sung "Enough"
My soul cried out for more
My brain would not relent
From finding a way to
Assuage my musical bent
Next up was D.M.T.
And also TiTCo too
Concerts and musicals
Sung, and operas with W.H.O.
Ad-hoc singing as well
Sea shanties down the pub
And those stand up, floor spots
At Seend Acoustic Club
So here I sit today
The score upon my desk
Learning my tenor line
For whichever show comes next.
Singing was my first love,
And it may be my last,
Singing in the future,
Came from singing in the past...
(c) Ian Diddams 2015
