My Portal's Refrain

I click on your logo
upon my desktop;
I cannot wait to see
what e-mail has dropped.

My e-mail is empty;
"Oh my sweet despair;"     
and so long must I wait
'til one filters there? 

I read a few authors,
especially those new; 
The points and their comments
are always too few.

I go to word searches
and find one to play;
and review its maker
for something to say. 

The points I adore so,
reviews just the same;
But e-mail's my favorite;
in that there's no shame.

I long for some friendships,
and e-mails to boot
Instead it just sits there
beginning to root.

Review me, please see me,
drop by to say "Hi"
It's hard to reach out here, 
I can't tell you why.

I wander the halls of
this website's domain
And wait for some email,
some writer's refrain.

It does come in spurts when
I really review.
The sidebar exhibits
all authors who're new.

We all work on writing,
it's so not a chore;
Reach out and touch one,
we always need more.