I took a dear friend to a Poetry event last week; we listened & watched poetry students share their work and then listened to the established, well-published poet of the eve be interviewed about his work & creativity….this is one of a few short poems I wrote as the evening unfolded:
A poetry night:
Soft blue lights on black-
Sophisticated sexy chic.
White spotlights bear down, interrogating our reactions;
Ensuring we are awake in the musky air,
Heavy with pretentious anticipation, appreciation, sweat and silent respect.
As we Listen…
And clink… & sip… & critique…
White faces watch and listen as white men speak.
Photo: Robert Peake
