Performance Anxiety

I may be no linguistic superstar
 Or bachelor,master, doctor of languages
 But i'll have you know
 I've performed my works on many occasions
 To cats, dogs, trees and miscellaneous flora
 All of whom showed quiet
 Appreciation
 And genuine interest 
In what I had to say
 
I have shouted rhymes and
 Metaphors
 At the top of my voice
 To the inside of my house
 While every piece of furniture
 Sat motionless in awe
 Rehearsed countless conversations
 Loudly
 While riding bicycle
 Through quiet spectacular landscapes
 Magnificent mountains
 Stood high in silence
 Listening to every word
 Offering quiet encouragement
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Austin Avatar
February 13, 2013 at 12:36 PM
Yes. I am a virtuoso in my kitchen. My classical fiddling aint so good in the city, but it's plenty good in the country. Fun write. daver
Gorelick Avatar
February 9, 2013 at 12:27 AM
Glad I stopped by to read this..funny, and I think it expressed what a lot of us do..I walk to the top of a hill frequently and on the way try out some sorry poetry...lol. Good one. BG
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