Remember poetry nights, open mic nights and cafes? Is it a figment of my imagination that the artistic expression of language was exalted above all forms? What happened to a culture influenced by lyrical creativity, insight and passion? What happened to the only instrument on stage consisting of vocal cords, maybe accentuated by a drum beat? What happened to digging into your soul, and painting a vision for those to see? Am I the only one who misses a lyric so tight you replayed it over and over, experiencing deeper meaning each time you listened? Have you ever felt your soul move and were forced to reminisce? This is a shout out to all the dead poets, and those without a mic to be heard.
Nina Davis
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