~for two VERY special poets, as they step to the mic 2night~
you’ll be
standing in back of
the dimly lit lounge
your eyes will slowly
adjust to the scene,
scanning the room,
imagining faces of the
people as they will appear before you
you might
feel a bit light-headed,
heart pounding in your chest
you’ll bite your lip, skimming
through familiar lines
from the pages of your life
YOUR LIFE, carefully recorded
in the binder you hold close
to your side
in a moment, you will take
the stage…
the waiting
crowd will "feel" your
words, "touch" your soul…
they will close their eyes as
they begin to "see" you,
nod their heads with "understanding"
raise their hands, "in the spirit",
snap their fingers because
they "heard" you…
and embrace your poetry
because they "tasted"
& LOVED you!
Alyce, 2001
you’ll be
standing in back of
the dimly lit lounge
your eyes will slowly
adjust to the scene,
scanning the room,
imagining faces of the
people as they will appear before you
you might
feel a bit light-headed,
heart pounding in your chest
you’ll bite your lip, skimming
through familiar lines
from the pages of your life
YOUR LIFE, carefully recorded
in the binder you hold close
to your side
in a moment, you will take
the stage…
the waiting
crowd will "feel" your
words, "touch" your soul…
they will close their eyes as
they begin to "see" you,
nod their heads with "understanding"
raise their hands, "in the spirit",
snap their fingers because
they "heard" you…
and embrace your poetry
because they "tasted"
& LOVED you!
Alyce, 2001
