Heart beats and fingers press, <br />Music resounds- the keys I caress. <br />A burning sensation I do discover, <br />In my dark-pitted stomach- all is a blunder. <br /> <br />A shaky arm and even shakier brush, <br />A confident vision, but hands in a rush. <br />One fell swoop and colors swirled wrong, <br />White canvas returned- it was white all along! <br /> <br />Knees turned out, but not far enough, <br />One twirl- I’m down… the landing is rough. <br />For a night- beauty captured the stage, <br />All but the one, displaced at any wage. <br /> <br />Fumbling lines- the words all garbled, <br />I wanted the lights and the audience to marvel. <br />Through half of speech- so long and so loud! <br />Second half lost… silence- tough crowd. <br /> <br />In books and poems, I write to disappear, <br />No room for mistake in any place but here. <br />I paint and fall and play and yell, <br />You laugh but it’s I with stories to tell.<br /><br />Dominique Lorraine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-stories-to-tell/
