There is a tension of expectation in the air
I adjust my skirt and straighten my hair
Will the other poets be let down when meeting me
I wonder how true my impressions of them will be
In one corner the rhyming poets have gathered
And arranged themselves in alphabetical order.
The nature poets stand near a faux waterfall
Where ferns and orchids adorn a rock wall.
The rollicking laughter exposes the comics
As opposed to the quieter, even, iambics.
Then right in the center a crowd so familiar
Across the room their identities - clearer
A face for the names I have learned over time
At last we are meeting, our lives to align
Andrea ,Connie, Kathryn from PFT
Gals that have always encouraged me
Anna-Lise, Yasmin, Eileen, Becca, PD
Monterey, Leonora, Shadow and Skat
Their poems reflect where their hearts are at
If your name isn't here it is etched in my heart.
Then the guys appear- such good looking gents
Who always take time for careful comments.
Giorgio, Craig, Richard, Jenish
Who I'm blessed to befriend
All talented poets whose work I commend.
As we mingle with others we haven't met yet.
There's Drake arranging an open- mike set
Carrie , Seren, Debbie - Sara,and Joyce
Finally now I'll be hearing their voice.
Dr Ram, Devnath, Tom , Karen and others
The numbers of names seems to numerous to cover.
Some with only a fleeting encounter
Caleb and Catie , Chris A and Ruben O
It's through blog comments their characters show.
Suddenly morning blooms on the hill
I awake from the dream with the sun on my sill
Perhaps it will never come to pass
Meeting the Soupers in one place enmasse.