I Am No Thespian

Each to their own!

I don't tread the boards,

words are my grease paint.

Not lines spoken from a mark,

projected to an audience,

but words fired from my heart

down the barrel

of my computerised pen.

Some days I am parched,

my ink run dry,

some days are more fluid

and I bleed out

all over the page.

Either way I speak

from the spirit,

drag words from the

dark underworld

of my soul.

There are no rehearsals,

there is no script,

only an impromptu,

adlib performance

as I struggle

to make myself heard.

 

23/03/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. I read at all the poetry reading close-by. After 30 years. I don't have the Cohen voice. We must read anyway. Good to send our words out to other in our own voice. Thank you John for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Yes we poets are a breed. Many thank yous Coyote John.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the days when i bleed all over the page....when ideas cut me enough to do that.
and i never try to stop the bleeding...
just let it flow and cover the blank white.
wonder what ink type i am? mmm
B positive, maybe.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Love the blood type. Wish we all were. Many thanks Jacob.