Join us for a virtual open mic night for poetry! Limit 15 participants, but open to unlimited attendees. Email firstname.lastname@example.org to register.
If you'd like to participate, please prepare 1-2 poems or about 5 minutes total per person. There will be no prizes, just come and share your work! Original poems only; they do not need to be memorized.
When you register via email, please let us know if you would like to participate, or just observe.
And it was at that age … Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or forgotten wings,
and I made my own way,
and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.
––Pablo Neruda, "Poetry"