Say Owt Slam 2

What an amazing night.

So may wonderful and talented poets to listen to on one short evening, almost too much to take in. But I tried and enjoyed every minute of it.
What a slam. And I so want to be in it, but to try and rank myself with those that competed that night, my beer poems will need a great deal of work, and I need some more open mic nights to quell my nerves, and to practise, practise, practise.
Well I might manage to talk myself into doing it some day, meanwhile I have Say Owt Slam 4 to look forward to on 22nd March back at City Screen.

I must give my congratulations to everyone who participated, to Jack Dean who won, and to Sophia Walker who was just so magnificent and touched on a myriad of important subjects with insight, imagination and boundless tact.

Thank you for such an informative night.

Back to more mundane matters, after my last post which was just a moaning rant, I have managed to do totally nothing that I wanted too. having the first cold in years for the past two weeks is no excuse, but it was interesting to explore How I felt exactly with a vague idea to use the experience in what I am sort of writing.
I did have the very unpleasant sensation of trying to cough up my uvula, (you know, that dangliy thing at the back of your throat). It just vibrated with every breath and played a cacophony with my gag reflex.
I am still coughing now, but only when I talk, or laugh and its getting better. No gold watches to cough up any more.

Well I have had a go at words in poem form, but only once, and that was in the dark, with a tasty pint of York Brewery Snowflake in my hand, while listening to some ace spoken word artists, and not up to any decent level at all. I will have to start editing some day but meanwhile...

Say Owt Slam.

Only here to nick ideas.

To be inspired,

Not enspired which would be painful.

But after my day,

At least this work would be gainful.

Both elated, and deflated

At the talent on show.

Where would I fit in?

I doesna know.

Tickled by words

Beyond my ken.

But I never had a Barbie.

I had Sindy instead.

Beyond the remit of this rhyme.

My mind both sings, and lingers

Wondering what delights I'll hear next time.

It thrumbs to internal  bringers

Of joy. The thought provoking word

That makes me laugh, and cry

And is fleeting as a snow shower

In the middle of July.

And as solid as a rock

In a blink of a poets eye,

Thank you for reading. Xxx