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In him was life September 7, 2007

Posted by jak in Creative Writing, Life, love, Poem, Poetry, Poetry Thursday, spoken word, Writing.
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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

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1. Tumblewords - September 7, 2007

Strong poetry with the soft touch of fear. Nice!

2. gautami - September 8, 2007

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.

3. Amanda Sanz - September 8, 2007

Wow! What a way to begin, great flow.

4. Antoine - September 8, 2007

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!

5. Farthel - September 9, 2007

Trepidation, I just love that word. Congratulations. Hope one day I may write like you.

6. Michelle Johnson - September 9, 2007

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


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