Conferences #poems #poetry

I don’t do many conferences these days. I wrote about one such recently, here. I was however reminded of a poem I wrote after trailing to the Italian Lakes for a conference on the ‘Structure of the Law and Legal Practices’ or some such tosh. The Italian Lakes, I ask you. You could see them shimmering outside as we breakfasted before we were ushered into a bunker fit for a Cold War film set or Bond villain. As you will gather my attempts to draw some sanity out of such wasted opulence by calling home rather failed me…

Conference purgatory

It’s not that I’m homesick, I like to go;
It’s fun, an experience, I’m spoiled, I know.
But when I’m alone, I reach for the phone
To send you a text, so I can show
That I’m not vexed, I don’t feel hollow.

The rooms are five star, the food just the best;
The staff are caring, they spoil each guest.
But here in my room, I’m enveloped in gloom;
You haven’t replied, I know I’m a pest.
Maybe you’ve tried, really I’ll give it a rest.

We go to the sights, ancient and rare;
We take to the lake, boundless, azure.
But at the first break, to relieve my dull ache
I stare at the screen, silent and bare
Desperate to scream: ‘Do you really care?’

We shake and we smile; we’ll all meet again.
In France, in the spring, or autumn, in Spain.
But behind the false grin, my head’s in a spin
I’m in so much pain, it’s been such a strain
As I sit on the plane, thinking: ‘Will I see you again?’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published four books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars, Salisbury Square and Buster & Moo. In addition I have published three anthologies of short stories and a memoir of my mother. More will appear soon. I will try and continue to blog regularly at about whatever takes my fancy. I hope it does yours too. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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14 Responses to Conferences #poems #poetry

  1. James says:

    Your conference still sounds better than mine. I concede that they’re dull wherever they are, but my last one was in a Holiday Inn on the outskirts of Reading…

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  2. II enjoyed that, Geoff! 🙂

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  3. Allie P. says:

    I can totally relate.

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  4. I can relate but it’s been a few years. Sigh. 😀

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  5. jan says:

    You should submit this poem to one of those airline magazines!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Charli Mills says:

    An interesting juxtaposition between the faked socializing and the quiet longing for intimacy.

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