A Poetry Convention

To anyone and all I am awestruck as I attend this some-what altered afternoon altered in a way by poetic humans tiny tables among giants on words sharing all unselfish things as pen and tea harmonize in their hands. These peaceful poets including I at this convention all paired by four tease time and essence before noon is dawn. In all sincerity; how nice it is to be a man at this table among women whose beauty write themselves. To my left of me my Mikki, melting ice-cream on hot dessert brings light to the table with The Lull and like a Christmas present All eyes were opened to a new awakening And all could see The Breeze Amongst A Willow a painting Emma drew with her words the words that wind the wind to blow poetry upon paper and pen. Its nice to see Emma in front of me frowning freestyles and smiling sonnets causing our table to laugh its wood off! Meanwhile to the right of Emma, Andrea, meditates the Measure of Happiness with two words: smileage...mileage. Oh what beautiful art thou displays poetic godmother; professor of poetry. These visitors of poets I do adore. In thus they asked for me to speak of me... and I recited Visitors nervous with nerves for with each line I scared myself. Next time I'll think I'll speak of Sleeping Kisses. at the table: Johnny Sumler MichelleMacDonald Emma Mantle Andrea Dietrich Table of Four