I saw a flyer in the window of Sabor Latin Street Grill for Sit & Sip Poetry. Of course I had to see what that was about. According to Victoria B Poetry, the weekly event is "to empower and build generations through poetry expressing life experiences through spoken word" on Thursdays from 6:30-9.
What You Said you want me to steal what you feel, open a gap, a trap for me to fall from grace my face in your hand.
April Fool i need someone to help me not to reinvent myself.
Beware the Preacher your prison bars wilt with our Guilt. nothing’s the same without Shame. where you gonna point now that we’re gone? how you gonna get along?
i’m a Note Speaking is Singing. Singing is Speaking. Poetry is Life. Life is Poetry.
She was hiding where I could see her without seeing her
change of season i contemplated Not planting seeds this Spring not singing Praise of budding fruits, forgetting my watering can let come what may but couldn’t turn away from the Winter broccoli sowed in the bleakest moment of the shortest day i would never Receive what i was owed what i sewed… a quilt of nutrition green flowers of the Winter Sun and Rain never savor the unique flavor traced in the Roots of my hands cast Iron pans the voices of boys grown an open Question
change of season i contemplated Not planting seeds this Spring not singing Praise of budding fruits, forgetting my watering can let come what may but couldn’t turn away from the Winter broccoli sowed in the bleakest moment of the shortest day i would never Receive what i was owed what i sewed… a quilt of nutrition green flowers of the Winter Sun and Rain never savor the unique flavor traced in the Roots of my hands cast Iron pans the voices of boys grown an open Question
Note to Heart, Mind Head led me to a balanced equation. Heart said some integers feel better than others. Ya’ll never conversated with each other. It’s time to know what’s up and understand.
A fish swims through the bubbly treetops at sunrise...
