Primal Fear

Primal Fear

A Poem by Judy Ponceby
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For Creative Poetry

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I make the perilous trek

To the front of the class.

My palms dampen.

I pray not too look an a*s.

 

I feel nauseated from the

Butterflies behind my navel.

As I look out across the faces

My voice turns to gravel.

 

Raspy words escape.

My voice unable to recant

The terror that shakes my words

As I address my audience.

 

I realize I have many kindred

Among my audience, but

This does nothing to temper the fear

Of Public Speaking 101.

© 2011 Judy Ponceby


Author's Note

Judy Ponceby
6/24 Words: Navel. Nauseate. Dampen. Kindred. Perilous. Raspy. Recant.

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oh, i remember this feeling
you express it so perfectly
(i'm a corporate trainer
and i was a bundle of nerves
before my first session)

Posted 12 Years Ago


They say many people fear public speaking more than death. I'm sure as hell not one of these. To resolve this for yourself, merely consider where you would rather be--standing on grassy ground uncomfortably delivering the eulogy or mutely rotting in a box six-feet underground. Take all the time you need.
Still, getting up in front of a group of people to "speechify"--like the TV cop used to say--"ain't exactly tea with the freakin' queen."
Thanks, Judy, for your artful and well-written reminder that public speaking is no tea party--with or for anybody.


Posted 12 Years Ago


All good intent is forgotten when the 'warbling' tones begin...

Posted 12 Years Ago


I hate public speaking. You did a fantastic job using the words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Public speaking is very hard for me too. I have gotten a little better but not much. You get your thoughts across clearly. Voice turning to gravel. Yep mine has done that a few time over the years.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Toast Masters, that is one solution. lol
Great work here, Judy. A most enjoyable assemblage within the guidelines given.
Happy Fourth!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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