Poetry In Red Light

I just got back from a poetry reading. Yes I know I am cool, but its how I chose to spend my Thursday evening!There was a very good looking guitarist and singer there too, I'll have you know. Anyway, here is the poem I wrote about the poetry reading! Ironic! Well let's just pretend it's ironic.

THE POETRY READING
Confidently he spoke with a voice of clout
Reading what he’d written in his sleep
And then
His hands were shaking
Shaking and shaking as he stood in poise
In the red warm room
Where the wood in the walls stood as steady as pillars on the Colosseums
Where they chanted prayers in Athens to the gods and sat on stones
His hands were shaking
One hand in his pocket in an attempt to muffle the quakes
A tea towel to cover the carrot cake
Keeping it warm and safe from Dad
I thought
This man was showing his colour
Colouring his life in the colours of poetry
A different colour for every fascination
He was brave
And then
His hands were shaking
I wanted to leap off my plastic chair in the front row and hold them still
He knew
We were listening
But his hands were shaking
To the rhythm of the poem
So there I sat
And my hands started to shake too.



I don't know about you but I got three things out of that poem
1. I am procastinating instead of doing my Power and Change Essay Plan which is due tomorrow
2. Not only did I go to a 3 hour poetry reading I also sat in the front row
3. I felt jibbed that the confident poet guy was nervous

LOVE! xoxo