ALL THE WISE ONES

All the wise ones meet on Facebook

It’s a regular haunt. They taunt, flaunt their

Humility in an offhand way; letting their poetry 

do the talking. It’s how they work, I suppose

They are there, as they have been for a long time

Sharing their thoughts, ideas, philosophy, wisdom

They cannot control the ageing process, the ravages of time

But they as poets - a gender-neutral term - continue their quest

For the perfect line, the perfect rhyme; the perfect poem

I count myself as one of them; an honour I accept; and yes

Ladies and gentlemen, we continue to write, paint pictures

With words: one colour, one word, one phrase, one sentence

Wrapped in emotions, carefully selected; perhaps to be elected

As a poem of worth; in defence of this earth, in defence of humanity

While the world burns, and continues turning; we continue to meet, greet

And seat ourselves in comfort to confer, and converse on Zoom.

… and exclaim, “Ici, ma plume”