In him was life September 7, 2007
Posted by Jason Keath in Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Thursday, spoken word, Writing.trackback
Trepidation tumbles
Down nape
Spilling over me…
As I suck in
Hard air
Stage.rooted, soon set free.
Words wait
Weakening
Unspoken subtlety.
Illumination soon released
Fertile.flawed
Depressed voices flee.
Repressed voices see
In me
Speaks surefooted poetry.
© 2007 Argonaut
Strong poetry with the soft touch of fear. Nice!
That fear is so palpable but disappears when one starts reciting..
I have had these moments too. The best part is I am ateacher and I should not be afraid to read aloud.
Wow! What a way to begin, great flow.
My best lines…
“Depressed voices flee
Repressed voices see”
A sweet mixture of self-emancipation and fear,put to flow so nicely. I love this poem. Good work!
Trepidation, I just love that word. Congratulations. Hope one day I may write like you.
Beautiful. Two images come to mind when I read this poem. One, I see a man on stage attempting to read his poem for the first time who “speaks surefooted poetry.” Figuratively, I see a delicate flower breaking through a stitch of earth, growing against the odds. Speaking a language we can’t hear… only see, if we choose.
I enjoyed this poem very much. Thanks for sharing.
Michelle