On May 2, 2016, my family and I attended the 45th anniversary of Stone Soup Poetry at the Out of the Blue art gallery in Cambridge, MA. This poetry open mic was founded in 1971 by the late Jack Powers. who encouraged writers to share their work in a supportive atmosphere.
We are grateful for all or our poet friends and were happy we could enjoy the transformational power of poetry as expressed in the spirit of community. The last time we were there was in July of 2009. Our daughter was small. She is now a little older and was given the chance to stand up and read 2 of her papa’s poems.
Below is the reflection I have written about my time in the company of fellow poets at last Monday’s poetry open mic.
Lyrical words washed over me this evening, as gentle waves lap a sun-toasted shoreline.
Sirens screamed above hums of acknowledgement and the clapping hands of appreciation.
The chalice of my heart filled up, my soul was nourished.
Moments of beauty tumbled after each other as poets read the works of their hearts, written with pens and other tools. They gifted me with fresh ideas to feast upon. Their words lighted the lamp of my imagination.
My brain floated through the night sky filled with stars and moons that were painted on the podium they stood behind.
From the Alaskan tundra to an urban laundromat, from navy yards to salty shorelines, I traveled.
Kissing, welding, flying, falling, I have done, thinking about tossing together a bowl full of words to throw into the soup of my life.
Porcupines, cats, fluffy puppies and sing-along songs saluted the memory of Jack Powers, the founder of Stone Soup Poetry.
We were all dreamers of a world we love that night, healers of broken-hearts with words that let them know we are there to walk their journey with them.
The balm of understanding we applied to fellow wayfarers near and far, giving our own voices to the concerns of creatures whose voices are seldom heeded. Our sharing brought us closer to the possibilities in all of us.