The Slam: Slammables

A Note for the Wavering

by ancient amateur, Gallifrey


There is a beat here. It requires

a bit of concentration

to find. Throw

open the window! You don't need it

to hold your form.

Sing! Harmonize with the thrum

of all our hearts. Look

for your breath! It might still

be there, behind that door. Or around that

corner! Search for it.

Let your words splatter, pour

from your mouth like rain.

Shout your poetry from the top

of a swaying pine.

Be! Exist! We need you. Are you still there?


Author's Note: Phone poetry woohoo!