There’s poetry
Written in silence
Alone
In a notebook or on a scrap of paper
At your keyboard
Intellectually
Effete
Then there is spoken word
With a crowd of enthusiasts
Egging on the perps
Chirps
And calling for performance
Chops
It’s lots
Lost
Courage ain’t never an issue
When spoken words slam into
Poets
Unfettered for an evening
Finger snapping
Heckling in good fun
Poetically
With rockstar abandon
Digging the vibe
Leaping from word to word
Like a salmon climbing
The waters of its birth
Like a bird finding a home it never knew
Like me
Finding you
Finding a voice
Crying out into the night
With enthusiasm
Nothing new
Here I am
True
David Trudel © 2012
