Look At Me
Look at me
And waiting anxiously
Until you do
I think of what to what
But now that you are
I'm quiet and shy
And you wonder why
You looked my way
For silence is my say
So you look away again
Which of course is when
I'm nerved on up to speak
And do whatever
Thus you look me back
And smile to encourage
As yet once more
I fail to add to you
That you walked away
Isn't what I sad about
No it's that you were
Not once but twice
And both times I
Just dropped the ball
Charles Petrie
For 34 of the past 39 weeks, I've gone up onstage and read my poetry in a local pub, Ye Olde Orchard Pub at 1189 De La Montagne in downtown Montreal. It starts on Wednesday and ends on Thursday. And Thursday tends to be when I read...but that's okay, I ain't complaining about that.
If I were to complain, it would be about...but that sounds to negative.
There are the nights, although too few and far between where they listen attentively Then athere are the other nights where...not so much, to put it mildly. And on the worst of those nights...I might as well not be reading my poetry.
Like this past reading...though at the end a friend commented on the poem. I didn't thank her. That nirked at me, that I didn't offer an easy thanks as I asked which one. So to make myself feel better about it, I'm going to poemify about it.
So yeah...it's still worth it, even though it is to sigh.
Sigh.
And yes, I noted the lack of even perfunctory clapping after each poem. Sigh again.
Next when.
Charles Petrie
