Posted 17 January 2011 - 03:48 PM
as they struggle to take hold
of the crowd, unblinking,
expectant, like a blank new page,
unforgiving, like the mark of an ink stain.
Heavy tongue fumbles
tripping words, mumbled,
spoken but unheard,
awaiting another turn
but opportunity never returns.
Draped in anxiety
like the velvet curtains on the stage side,
that signal the close of the grand finale,
and the echo of applause that will never be given
and that sinking feeling that i should have never risen
to take the mic that stands to tall
to take that bite i couldn't swallow.
I stand in the shadow of great performers,
and shrivel in the heat of stage lights,
blinded and burnt,
i cower back into the ambiguity
of notes and poems half read and unheard.
in between notebook pages and online forums,
nestled in the womb of a writers haven,
the performers beat drones on
like a distant heartbeat to the ears of an unborn.
Posted 18 January 2011 - 08:10 AM
Posted 25 January 2011 - 01:39 PM
depth in meaning,
Posted 27 January 2011 - 04:15 AM
Posted 27 January 2011 - 04:41 PM
I suppose i was just wondering;
can a poet still be considered a poet if they are only good at one of these things, or are they merely just writers or performers?
Does one require both skills to be called a poet?
Or is it a matter of practice, a matter of growth....???
@ Kizito & Unheard Voice - Thanks for the love, the pleasure was mine! :)
Posted 28 January 2011 - 06:37 AM
Thanks for bringing this up.
Posted 29 January 2011 - 08:39 AM
I dunno if its just me but i feel like performing spoken word is...something i'm yet to grow into, especially since i'm more of a writter, its a lil'hard to slip into the skin of a performer...
Posted 21 February 2011 - 07:24 AM
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