Poetry Pilgrimage
To begin, time and money we give
For our quest, our poetry pilgrimage
Here, our band of bards congregate
Here, we speak the language of language
The secret handshake of simile and sonnet
Here, we meet in metaphor and meter
Here is heard tight rhyme and free verse
Our serendipitous saga, our harmony of haiku
Here, we revere the value of vowels
The roots of etymology forming
Our collective family tree
We barter in the coin of wit
Or trade in pages of penmanship
We recite in rich rolling elocution
Or in bashful library murmurs
We debate the greats - Dickinson! Poe! Yeats!
We ponder, we savor; we may place a wager...
In the end, we've re-met our old friends
And we'll do it again, at the next PoetrySoup convention.
3/9/19
For The First Annual PoetrySoup Convention contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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