Open Mic at a poetry and coffee shop


Open Mic

There is a moment of survival
Where present events
Have provided a carnival
Of emotions spent

I found a refuge
Of spoken word
That escapes subterfuge
While my psyche conforms

Yet doesn’t conform
To a creative script
To submit in Affirmations
Of new ventures as time ticks

Slower at first
Then gradually faster
As my hourglass subsists
Even though this roller coaster

Is speeding to its ultimate conclusion
While I hold on as eyes closed
Gradually releasing in elation
When the final effort is disclosed




Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-12-23 at 21:10

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arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Sublime! And also on the flip side, conjure the image of the poet with stage fright, social anxiety, a fear of crowds, and a speech defect; quite a volatile cocktail, so they shy into the shadows of online poetry instead. But the last stanza is the silver lining of every poet, that shining moment of poetry’s consummation. 👍🏻
2024-12-23