At a Poetry Recital

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Often as someone attempting poetry, other poets... well, do their thing I guess...

Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Submitted: July 16, 2012



At a poetry reading


I went to a poetry recital

Famous voices throwing soul

Using auspicious words

Metaphor after metaphor

Chefs of their context

Dripping symbolic symbol

Mixing in their experience

The visions de resistance


I didn’t see those visions

I wasn’t wrapped in fear

I haven’t fought with weapons

Or marched in political fear

I didn’t fight their struggle

I simply wasn’t there


I listened to their words

I observed their passion

I sat amongst the audience

With all their fingers snapping

But the words were so big

They said them so fast

I couldn’t take it all in

Or digest their complex past

Empathy whipped like cream

I held fragile, melted, imagery

I couldn’t savour all the taste

Too fast, too much, for me to face


My soul grieved at a reading

When all those exquisite flavours

Were stolen from me




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