enclave
i came upon an enclave of souls, of people
where many were standing and sitting around
a collection of artists under a digital steeple
more interesting people could not be found
so many gathered here, looking for what not
other like minds, a partner, other friends
offering words, ideas, emotions, and thought
building bonds that friendship transcends
there are teachers and students, and clerks,
an Earl, an editor, an expat, a cleric,
the wizened, the quiet, some social works,
a poet in pink, more professions esoteric
they share and encourage each other to grow
and mean more to each, than any might know
© agoodguy2have 2010-03-25
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
the AP (artistic police): "Didn't you see that No Rubbish sign back there?...Lemme see your registration and poetic license please."
Comments (7)
they share and encourage each other to grow...now that's an enclave that I'm glad to know!
rob