Skip to content

The Speaker’s Ordeal…

This poem deserves an audience, so I am reblogging it. It took me several days to write it, to make the words rhyme and to put forth before the reader the entire scene so that it could be experienced or bring back memories of your first public speech.

SILVER LININGS...

via Daily Prompt: Dilemma

This poem is for anybody frightened of public speaking. Preparation, Practise, Perseverance is what all good speakers do. You can too!!!

 

The room is full, the lights are bright,

A silence, like the dead of night,

They gauge me with piercing eyes,

A cough here, a sneeze there, the shuffling of a chair,

To look up I do not dare…

I am in a dilemma.

Eyebrows raised, furrowed forehead,

A stillness like the dead,

They size me up with growing disconcert,

A whisper here, a frown there, the pounding of my heart,

A shiver runs through, a drop of sweat trickles too, I must start…

My mouth dry, my palms wet, the continuation of a dilemma.

Stomach churning, ears on fire,

To speak with clarity, I aspire,

They hear me with rapt attention,

A pause here, a nod there, the steady drowning of my fear,

My voice resonating, loud and clear…

View original post 124 more words

7 Comments »

    • Thanks Nia☺ for reading and commenting. We’ve all been there. It takes time to get comfortable and even after experience, the few seconds before I start still make me feel weird in my stomach.

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: