Loud Speaker Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

She shouted loudly with intention
so that all could hear her soliloquy
Speaking with intense inward emotion
Echoing like the captain of the infantry

The walls quivered from the yelling
as the pitch and tone reverberated
All witnesses said she was compelling
although each word was over stated

Her tremor began to lose its thunder
as she grasped her raspy throat in pain
The audience strained at this juncture...
her frozen words were woefully contained

'Why me, ' were the words she fought to say
as the bright spotlight slowly began to dim
The theater emptied with a hush of dismay
It was a gray day… resembling a requiem hymn

Standing in the shadows the speaker groaned
If only I had thought to use a microphone…

8/18/2010