Words from off the page
voiced into the air
clothed in different texture
once they’re free to float out there
Hitting harder with inflection
a pause that’s pregnant with suspense
a phrase that flutters gently
a verse that’s heavy, hard and dense
Written lines that never were
Meant to stay inside the head
Power lives upon the tongue
Speak the words aloud instead
I just finished reading a book by spoken word poet, Mike Garry.
I’m in awe of the spoken word, it looks like a different art form altogether, but many of these poems form upon the page, then the author has the courage to set them free.
It’s not something I’ve ever thought I could do, but after giving a speech for my Dad’s birthday recently, I found joy and laughter in speaking the words that live inside my heart. So maybe.