Writers On The Air And Other Open Mic Venues Poem by Renee Marie

Poets drop their chins
at the microphone.
Eyes follow in obedience,
collecting courage.

I pant Adrenalin
awaiting my turn.
Like song birds
craving to mate,
my brain coos
a melodic rehearsal
at the sideline.

She began to chant.
Remembering orchestrates writhing gestures.
Words scratch scabbed wounds.
Phrasing quickens rhythm.
Confidence cracks glass.
Endorphins pontificate on
a full range of emotions
now sweating out!

The audience came
for inspiration
and stood applauding, volcanic gratitude.
Fresh ideas, erupted through their veins,
beginning to ping-pong all over the walls.
Few could stay to chat…

Hardcore poets dropped their chins,
eyes followed in obedience toward the exit,
toward the pristine page of a fresh chapbook
poised to become
finally
published

© Reneé Marie
7/22/19