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I enter a room I've been in before
A happy place of lentils and laughter 
Cushions don the floor 
An inviting circle awaits me

Two spots hold our names
A friend I'm not sure remembers me 
And a circle of people all anxious to grow 

Here by habbit or happy accident, 
curiosity and the lie
Phones at their sides
Poems at the ready 

Who will be our next brave poet?
She leads with hope and kindness and grace 
A circle of people all searching 
For something bigger than themselves

They share their truths 
One by one coming forward 
Revealing their thoughts 
A circle of strangers brought together by words

And a presence is felt 
It makes itself known 
In the words that flow freely 
Creativity grows 

As each of us share a part of ourselves
We remember we're human
And doing our best 

THe pain and delight 
Adventures and folleys 
In that moment the nuances of human experience 
Are felt and known by all

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Lauren Gaye

Thu 13th May 2021 09:38

Thanks for the feedback Greg. Really appreciate it. Can't wait to get back to poetry events in person!

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Greg Freeman

Thu 13th May 2021 09:28

I like this poem about poetry being shared together. As hopefully we'll begin to do again quite soon.

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