Once a year we gather
🌎 worldwide 🌎
Connected by internet and wifi
Armed with our tools
Fingers that strike keyes
Pens that bleed ink
We shed our words
These thoughts and feelings
Memories reeling
Exposing our seams
Through this poetic community
We hold space
For what was, hoping
For what comes
Yearning to be seen
Longing to be read
What we mark
Between the lines
Is what we poets love
Wow! I ♡ love the exposing our seams line! It’s so true! ♡ what we mark between the lines ** that is spot on, too!!