Diminished, she felt in stature,
Amidst the great poets present,
She held her breath and the rolled up poem,
And waited patiently for her turn.
Being introduced, as they did,
Was a blessing and a curse,
Striding up the stairs, there she was,
Out flew her courage and her notes.
Persevering, trudged up,
A deep breath and she began,
The outcome was dazzling,
She walked away with relief and the award!
Always nice to receive an award for poetic excellence. And, a nice try on the zeugma. Well done. Have a nice day.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Michelle. Also, fear can get the best of us if we let it. Very inspiring write. :)
ReplyDeleteoh, i so enjoyed that... waiting is scary!!.. sometimes it is a blessing just to make it thru w/o falling...
ReplyDeletezeugma? I learn every day... enjoyed this one...hope I could hear your recital some day...
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