MERE XXXIIA Poem by Seanne TholltreeFifteen
years ago, claps penetrated my right ear But
eventually escaped at my left ear, for
I’ve lost my confidence and feared the stage. What hurts it that, the one that should be nurturing this gift is the one who first
neglect. It’s
not my fault if I’ve developed an operatic voice And
it’s also not my fault if thy ears aren’t
used to this type of musicality. Sadly
as years went by I’ve mastered lip sync Which
is the lowest and the poorest form of music. Now
bit by bit I’m trying to regain the claps I
long to hear and promise myself merely: Not
to surrender my dreams to noisy negatives Yeah
I should’ve not, never… © 2013 Seanne Tholltree |
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1 Review Added on June 13, 2013 Last Updated on June 13, 2013 AuthorSeanne Tholltreebelow the sky suburb down by the riverAboutI'm just an ordinary earthling obsessed in controlling my subconscious in order to be extraordinary... hey! my pen name is Seanne Tholltree and my pen name's pen name is SeanneDaisLier, and the hol.. more..Writing
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