The Gathering
The weekly gatheringalways begins quietly
as the ones who come early
read their work aloud,
the audience alert,
the applause warm.
Then come the power poets,
spoken word pouring
through mouths that convey
meaning with rhythm,
stance grounded,
hands exclamation marks.
Sometimes a singer,
rapper, or musician
takes the stage,
a sudden jolt to the flow,
poetry set to music.
We are diversity in motion,
young, old, all colors,
all ages, life experiences
as varied as the fruits
in the market, each with
something enriching to give.
Poetry by Melinda K Zarate
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Written on 2026-06-05 at 22:32
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