September WDC Convention?

         Zoom, I'm hurtling, spinning through dark internet space

         to meet, zero in on a WDC face.

         An online writer's convention celebrates

         all dabblers, all scribblers, all us reprobates.

         We compare callouses from pens held too tight

         our eyes bleary, weary from many late nights.

         In the glow of mute screens our sallow skin haunts.

         Our mutual love to write does not us daunt.

         Brother Nature sways, weaves on his feet

         Slurping down a banana aperitif.

         Andre his bar monkey pal swings, squints, chatters

          questionable muse but fun when it matters.

         Sssssh! I'm not really here. 's magic charm lights up the meet.

         She jokes, shares humour as we meer writers greet.

         An avid, active WDC spell weaver

         Cheerleader, a can do spirit, believer.

         Kåre Enga in Udon Thani is a most wondrous 'wordsmyth'

         Fresh perspective, scene painter, not always blyth.

         Candid, blunt blogger with resonant insights

         he regales us with travel-tale thoughts, delights.

         scottfraser a newbie tour de force

         has galloped in on a Cramp--led winning horse.

         A confessed writer of random hobby stuff

         He flashes Sharpie skills, silly, off the cuff. ( 24 lines )