Nancy Blevins
South Coloradan
It was a cool evening with a small gathering around a podium, listening quietly to the poets’ voices, waiting for their words to strike a chord. As with every event there are always individuals who can’t refrain from talking or shuffling in their seats, distracting others. Nor can you help your own mind from drifting into thought’s when something sounds all too familiar. Fine poetry was read on this night, as all of the poets who shared were well learned in their craft. It is here I wrote about this evening, in true form by way of a poem.
Words of Poetry
By Nancy Blevins
Whispers mimic voices of baby birds
Straining even harder to hear the words
Shuffle of unstillness, a bump of a chair
Youngster’s who really have not a care
What is being spoken, what is being said?
From the poet, sharing memories in their head
Quiet!
I want to scream…and then quiet arrives
Just as my thoughts take a dive
Into wonder dragging the mind
Clapping of hands, shakes it all back through time
Ok!
Come back…acknowledge…smile
Yes, I was listening all the while
Listening to all those lines, stanza’s of pain
Sorrow, joy and memories that only the poet claims
Bringing them to life within every word
These words of poetry
What’s Been Said…