Imagine Them In Their Underwear The fear of reciting Words written to be read How can one hope to serve That Voice, pure in one’s head? Awkwardly warbling Merely parroting life The hubris of speaking One’s truth: love or strife Be kind to the poet At the mic, blushing bird Tasting tin on the tongue Risking all to be heard ___ 2021-10-05 By Doodleslice #poem #poetsofig #poetrycommunity #poets #poetryrecital #fearofcrowds #fearofpublicspeaking #doodleslice #poetrylovers #ilovepoetry

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