Thursday, April 9, 2009

Recital

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!

4 comments:

  1. Always nice to receive an award for poetic excellence. And, a nice try on the zeugma. Well done. Have a nice day.

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  2. I agree with Michelle. Also, fear can get the best of us if we let it. Very inspiring write. :)

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  3. oh, i so enjoyed that... waiting is scary!!.. sometimes it is a blessing just to make it thru w/o falling...

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  4. zeugma? I learn every day... enjoyed this one...hope I could hear your recital some day...

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