The crowd is silent and still, patiently waiting for me to give them my soul that I have written on the sheet of paper in front of me.
I am shaky; my voice trembles. I begin.
If you follow me on any given Tuesday night, you’ll find me in Swang 118.
Look around and you’ll see eager faces of people armed with journals, sheets of notebook paper, computers and various other forms of press.
Everything yields poetry.
In this room, an unspoken freedom looms, nonjudgmental and loving, a circle of support. A room of an open environment, where you can come read your poetry, hear your neighbors or just sit back and take it all in.
In the crowd you see a variety of faces from all different backgrounds with a common center: expressionism.
Beatniks, beats, sonnets and slammers gather here in community.
There is an atmosphere of an open mic.
Nervousness and intensity fills the air as people boldly step forward to share the inner workings of their hearts.
This is irrevocably personal.
If you have the courage to approach the front you’re already halfway there.
I come to the Lipscomb Poetry Group for the sweet release of yesterday’s problems. I feel alive when I get my feelings out in the open air.
This is therapy for many people here, a way to cope with the madness we call life, hoping someone can relate and a connection will blossom.
I send my words out of my mouth like ships, hoping they can harbor with someone and rest.
Come to Lipscomb Poetry Group if you want to feel the heartbeat of a campus. Here, you are welcome to share, always.
Lipscomb Poetry Group meets at 9 p.m. on Tuesday nights in Swang 118. People are encouraged to come share poetry or come to listen and observe.
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Video By Wade Funderburg
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