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Clubs and bookmarks
Strolls in the park
Gatherings and readings
Poets in breeding.
Rays of sun
Caressing for fun
Words on pages
Whispered through the ages
No food nor beverages
Just words that amazes
This circle sitting on grass
Oblivious to movement or mass
Floating through time
Echos that chime
Eras, epochs and lives
Of people born and died
Sharing poetry as one
Phrases built to run
Wildly in the mind of some.
Lovers of architects lining
The hopes of the ones not daring
To take the quill and stroll
Through the minds and ghosts
Of bookclubs and whispers
Caressing the pages
Through the ages…
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P.s This is wishful thinking 🙂
I searched so long for such a group & never found one.
I love the flow of this poem! You really pull us in – good job! Perhaps poets are loners.
Wow! What an encouraging comment, that means a lot, thanks 🙂
Love “poets in breeding”
Thanks so very much! I appreciate 🙂
Loving this!
Thanks you! I appreciate 🙂
I can just imagine the poetry shares now… lovely!
Yep! That would be nice in reality 😉
Thanks for commenting!
Sad. Your poem describes beautifully the perfect group, I agree with you that they exist only in our imagination. However I don’t feel isolated because of my fellow bloggers. 🙂
True enough! That is when my walls broke down. We have an amazing bunch out there, we would have been indeed very isolated without that facility,it makes a world of a difference .
Thanks for this kind feedback 🙂