From March 2016.




Workshop at the Library

We gather by the hives on the third level
(Bees outside, and all of us safely in).
Lords and ladies of a modern Round Table,
With no Excalibur except a pen.

Musicians of the word, we improvise,
We sit and jam, we play our latest stuff,
And our eyes widen at each fresh surprise:
A well-wrought line, a virtuoso riff!

We're storytellers and we're songwriters
Who sing of love, of politics, of nature,
Our minds beguiled by some enticing feature
Of this bright precinct of the universe.


   We're getting woozy from each other's words:
   We few, we happy few, we band of bards.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-04-19 at 07:38

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MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
A great way to meet old and new friends and flex your writing muscles. I'd love to be a part of the library workshop. Someday.
2022-04-20


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Sounds like fun. And also inspiring.
2022-04-20

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Just Look Around
by Uncle Meridian