Where Poetry Waits
- Jonathan J. Williams
- Jul 28
- 1 min read
Updated: Aug 18
by Jonathan J. Williams
(Published July 28, 2026)
For quite some time the model of Poetry displayed as a concrete goddess alongside city passageways has stood silent, adorned in metaphor and memory, waiting for someone to notice her. She is not hidden, but rather woven into the fabric of everyday life, etched into murals, whispered in open mics, tucked between the pages of local zines and community newsletters.
Yet, for many, she remains unseen.
The search for poetry in the community can feel like chasing shadows; elusive, scattered, and sometimes obscured by the noise of modern life. But when we pause, when we truly look, we find that poetry has always been there: in the rhythm of neighborhood footsteps, in the cadence of shared stories, in the quiet resilience of voices that refuse to be forgotten.
Poetry is not just an art form, it is a place. A place of reflection, connection, and transformation. And like any sacred place, it asks only that we make time to arrive, because once we do, we realize it was never far at all.
It was waiting, beautifully, patiently, to be found.
-J
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