Performance…must...be...perfect...
you don’t know adrenaline until lights are in your face
your fear of demise is soaring like ice in your veins
your heart sounds like trills
and you can’t hear anything but your attempts to calm your breath
Anxiety pills
they can’t drown out the sounds of the crowds
Five…
six…
five
six
seven
eight…
one…step
your chest is out and your heart is thumbing so loud
sounds of the met fills up your breath
two…spin
your flag is your arm
an extension of your soul and your mind
pressure disappears
you forget about the drama and the stress of it all
all that matters is the sound of the wind as it calls
three…dance
toes pointed
you feel feel as though you are anointed
this is meant to be
show them something to see
four…competition
judges and eyes
the man speaks but my eyes must stay to the sky
he calls “failure” to me
so I try my best
the best I can be
five…
the counts are over
the crowd roars like thunder
my flag soars in its beauty in wonder
I finished
nothing is better than this
you feel as though you are as good as you wished
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Author:
Aals (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem that I wrote about color guard and our competition we had over the weekend :))
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Comments2
Interesting to see a poem about dancing and performing. Reminds me of the couple plays I did when I was a kid. And the structure definitely captures the feeling of the preparation and execution. Specifically when you break the lines with the single words. Great job!
Thanks!
I can relate to this;)
lol i figured
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