They call it a gift, yet to me it’s a mystery. They envy me for it, they want it for themselves. Yet as I wait behind the curtain, I wonder why. Is it still a gift if you don’t want it? I take a deep breath, exhale slowly. The fear overtakes me, I begin to tremble. But as the curtain rises, anxiety fades into excitement. I understand now. I stand alone on the stage, heart racing, dazed in the light. Silence fills the hall. Lips part, one voice echoes out, a small bird soaring through the air.
Strange beautiful gift
Music touches every heart
Poetry in song
My response to Colleen Chesebro‘s Weekly Poetry Challenge #51: Gift & Song. I know this is the third week in a row that I’ve participated, but I couldn’t resist trying my hand at a haibun with this prompt! I hope you enjoy the poem! Thanks for the prompt, Colleen!
JC! This is gorgeous and I love it! <3
Thanks, Colleen! Glad you liked it! Great prompt this week! Thanks for reading! 🙂
You’re so welcome. ❤️
Love your description of the singer’s voice. It creates a perfect mental image =)
Thanks! Poetry is a great exercise for imagery. Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading! 🙂
I agree with Jennifer. To describe the echoing voice as a small bird soaring through the air is stunning. Of course, sometimes it can be big bird that overwhelms the senses. Nicely written! 🙂
Thank you! True, the voice could just as easily be a big bird, especially if the character in this poem happens to be an opera singer! Thanks for reading! 🙂
<3
Beautifully expressed.
Thank you! Glad you liked the poem! Thanks for reading! 🙂
A lovely haibun
Thank you! Glad you liked it! Thanks for reading! 🙂