Bev reads her poems at open mics
THOUGHTS IN THE NEWFIELDS WORD BARN
At Open Mikes
The spoken word
Is often heard, but
What of the unspoken word
The forgotten word
The belated word
The word of advice
The word of wisdom
The word of caution
In the Beginning
Was the Word.
Who will have
The last word?
Who will hear
Our last word?
THE SOUND OF POETRY
(Inspired by the Concord Inn Open Mike Program)
A song is meant to be sung.
A poem is meant to be said:
Here are the ways I’ve gone,
Here are the thoughts I’ve had.
Vignettes along the road,
Bits of scenes remembered,
Sightings from my window:
A poem is meant to be read.
Music of assonant words
Strung like the notes of a bird,
Joined in a measured tread:
A poem is meant to be heard.
(October, 2014)