Whispered Verses: A Confluence of Prosers

In a realm where words hold sway,

Where poets weave dreams in elegant array,

Imagine a gathering, where Prosers unite,

Bathed in the moon's soft, ethereal light.

They gather, souls adorned with ink,

Breathing tales and rhymes, a symphony to think,

Their minds, like gardens, lush and wild,

With metaphors blooming, emotions compiled.

Some wield sonnets, polished and refined,

Their verses a dance, rhythm intertwined,

While others embrace free verse's embrace,

With words unbounded, their thoughts take chase.

The air vibrates with linguistic might,

As ideas collide, and passions ignite,

Each poet brings a unique melody,

A tapestry woven with creative decree.

There, a wordsmith paints images with verse,

With colors unseen, the world they immerse,

The vivid strokes of their pen's creation,

Capture hearts, stir souls, in endless elation.

A balladeer strums a lyrical chord,

Serenading the gathering, voices adored,

With melodies forged from love and despair,

Their voice, a balm, a respite from the wear.

Haiku poets whisper nature's grace,

With brevity, they capture its fleeting embrace,

Three lines, a moment, a snapshot in time,

Revealing the beauty that words can't confine.

And in this meet of Prosers rare,

Boundaries blur, as they deeply share,

Their stories, hopes, and secrets concealed,

In sacred verses, silently revealed.

They find solace within this enchanted space,

Where words can heal, hearts find solace,

United by language, their souls intertwined,

A tapestry of dreams, so divinely aligned.

So, let us imagine this gathering so grand,

Where Prosers entwine, hand in hand,

In a world of poetry, their spirits ascend,

A symposium of words, that shall never end.