Poem: Open Mic Night Connection

I.

She looks out at the darkness
Extending past the spotlights
Beyond she can hear chattering
Clinking cups and shuffling chairs
Impatient throat-clearing waiting
Taking a big step she walks out
Stepping out onto the stage
Grasping the microphone in hand
Breathing it smells like stale coffee
Breaking her concentration
Forgetting words so well rehearsed

II.

Bored he brings his cup to his lips
Ceramic filled with hot coffee
Searching the stage with his eyes
In the shadow of the curtains
She twists like a leaf in a storm
That awaits the hurricane
As she moves to take the stage 
The light above sets her a flame
Like an angel ascending
From heaven he can't be seen
He can see her sad searching eyes
Somewhere untouchable a soul moves

III.

Her tongue gone dry wets itself
On words that come automatic
Recalling poems about love
Overcoming all obstacles 
Set against a metaphor 
Of a windmill at sunset
Painted red like the passion
Of lovers who are dispersed
Seeking each other blinded
By the mundanity of the world

IV.

All the world is in darkness 
Except the seraphim on stage 
Weaving sounds that are impression
Lost of intrinsic meaning
Other than that they came from her
Her singing soulful voice weaving
A tapestry of images 
With just the painting of her words
Until the stage at last goes dark
She having left taking light with her

V.

Hand to chest she feels her heart slow
The launching of her words complete
Into the world where they were caught
With strangers hands applauding  
Fading away she hears a voice
Love is a many splendid thing
In the dark a light attaches
To a still clapping for her
She feels all the things she's written
Holding her heart in his smile

A poem for msjadeli’s open link night at dVerse since the mic isn’t actually open.


Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.

36 thoughts on “Poem: Open Mic Night Connection

  1. What a wonderful poem! I love the two perspectives and the way they come together at the end. The opening stanza sets the scene superbly through the use of sound and smell, creating a feeling of nervousness and anticipation. The male counterpart is so well characterised – and the link between the microphone smelling like stale coffee and his hot coffee is perfect. What an amazing description:
    ‘The light above sets her aflame
    Like an angel ascending
    From heaven he can’t be seen
    He can see her sad searching eyes…’
    which made me think he was connected to her.
    I love the phrase: ‘Her tongue gone dry wets itself on words that come automatic’ and the lines:
    ‘The launching of her words complete
    Into the world where they were caught
    With strangers hands applauding’.
    It reminds me of a reading I did in London with my husband in the audience.

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  2. I also like how the coffee connects the first and second stanzas and how the stanzas alternate perspectives until the last one, where they merge. Favorite lines:
    “Somewhere untouchable a soul moves”
    “All the world is in darkness
    Except the seraphim on stage”
    and especially like this ending:
    “She feels all the things she’s written
    Holding her heart in his smile”
    It feels like the part in Pinocchio when he becomes a real boy, or in The Velveteen Rabbit, when the bunny becomes real.
    Nicely done!

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  3. i have my first open mic for over a year booked for the 6th june. i truly getthe whole dry mouth, this realy shouted how i feel at the mo when rehearsing the words i want share. grea poem hit home

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  4. I really like the two perspectives in this poem – they add great dimension to the story. Love the line ‘Her tongue gone dry wets itself/ On words .’

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  5. Well written TJS! I celebrate the veracity and power of your words. May you continue always sharing only your authentic self — that alone makes you genuine, meaningful to read, and of worth to be heard! Síocháin!

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