Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Saturday, May 18, 2013

In the Wings

Cloaked in black, in the wings
Watching such wonderous things
Scrims, lights, sounds and flys
You wouldn't believe your eyes
I don't see you, you don't see me
But what you don't see
Let's your imagination soar
Such that your laughter roars
Or tears stream down your cheeks
Feeling the results for weeks
A drama come to brilliant light
Keeping the stage clean and bright
For the next sitting to be sat
In the wings, is where I'm at