On Stage Dreams

ON STAGE DREAMS On rare nights, those bubbling dreams return. My heart, thumps madly, tummy all achurn. For I once again get to relive that joy, it’s so splendiferous. To make an audience, happy, feeling I make a difference! The stage lights blinded me from seeing the audience, like a thick San Francisco fog. But I was able to make them laugh, never mind the smoky billowing smog. It’s miraculous to create a relationship with people I could not really see. Was I ever nervous~ surely, you must be kidding! Every time I walked up the stairs to perform,I would have preferred to be on a mountaintop, skiing! My back ran with water, it felt like Niagara falls, but that had to be ignored, because it was with them, I wanted to score. The appreciation and love by an audience is the biggest gift ever. Braver ones, came to me to express their friendship and appreciation, later. If only, I could do it all over~ I can’t, the times on the clock cannot be rolled back. Writing humor, for this poet, lacks the intense joy of immediate human joy and interaction. I wish I could do so, but my brain finds writing it, dull with no stage light refraction. I admire the poets who can pen funny poems with professional hilarity. But for this poet, the lack of human laughter is such a great disparity. So, thank you poets who have this gift, write on, do~ it gives this retired comedienne, a joyous lift! Thank you, Fellow Poets Panagiota 9/24/2022