Open Mic

Bearing their hearts, lives, and
Thoughts on a stage –
Across this land,
Their words and essence painted
On a performance sheet.
We can read their lines.
No lofty bards –
Just people with a gift for sharing shards
Of their lives,
Good or bad,
Whole or broken,
Right or wrong.
They write
What matters
And lay it bare before an
Open Mic.

Written 4/30/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.


About ravenswingpoetry

I am a 38 year old writer from Columbus, OH and the creator of Raven's Wing Poetry. I am a poet, seeker, fellow traveler, and autistic.
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2 Responses to Open Mic

  1. oproldan says:

    I like this post.

    You’ll begin to see people heart’s pour out with passion and desire when they speak. You won’t hear words, but feelings of the person on stage as they re-enact their past. Poetry can be pretty deep sometimes.


  2. ravenswingpoetry says:

    Agreed. I got a sense of that when I visited my first open mic the other day.

    Thanks for stopping by.


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