Caravan of Poets When I rise in the dark rubbing my eyes, trundle to my computer slip on my heated vest I sense you, too awake in night’s deep, settling in a daily ritual Because there is no distance, no time we write together in communion
We do! Here's to a caravan of poets, communing in the night!
Bless us all!
a communion of heartmindspirt...made visble/audible
Exactly!
Poets, teachers, monks,
with words, works warm woes’ winters.
Strike woke wake-up gongs.
We do! Here's to a caravan of poets, communing in the night!
Bless us all!
a communion of heartmindspirt...made visble/audible
Exactly!
Poets, teachers, monks,
with words, works warm woes’ winters.
Strike woke wake-up gongs.