Thursday, April 25, 2013

What Might Happen If I Ever Read My Poetry in Public


Davant dels focus // In the Limelight
Photo Credit: ~Oryctes~ via Compfight cc


My accent is foreign
My voice quiet
I stutter.
Somewhere inside me
I find the passion,
Then begin.
I tell them everything.
Years of dreams
All leading to this moment.
When I finish
Everybody claps
Politely.
Afterwards
They all avoid me
In the corridors.

My NaPoWriMo Day 25 poem. I used the PAD prompt for Day 25 and modified it slightly.
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 26, 2013 at 12:52 AM

    Here, we would pound tables and applaud madly. Each word given up in sacrifice honoured with enthusiastic tribute.

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    1. NatasaApril 28, 2013 at 4:44 PM

      Thank you. You have really boosted my self-confidence with this comment.

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