still as a lake frozen in time
i sat in the audience
the time is here thaw i must
my inside roll as with sweat off a glass
a top a mountain a bird chrip my name
fingers of underbrush snake up my back
again from the podium my name is announced
sputtering for control i pop as with corn on fire
claps of thunder, thunderous applause cheer me on
it feels like in a box for there's no air its all gone
i gather my woods my wits my all
one step foward another step
even as the floor beckons on my weight
i watch as i make my way up to the platform
gripping the mike i look down at the sea of eyes
i see myself still clutching the arm rest
as like a life line i would drown if i let go
if i'm up here who is that sitting in a net
then i knew what i must do to break away and return to me
i must find the olive branch seek dry land i must speak
as with the start of rain in its season my words came and halted
then it gained strength then it gained tempo
i look in the crowd and i see me no more for am with me up on the platform and i am speaking and the fright is all gone
chenna linda
Chenna you've voiced the stagefright I felt the first two times I got up to the mike now however the chance to read imy works to an audience I welcomed every time
If I said I truly understood this poem, I would be lying. Therefore, I must give it a 7 and no recommendation. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moments - frozen in time - then suddenly released. You have it there. Well done my friend.