Commonality

My eyes skip over the gathering
of perspective writers to be.

Our expectations?
What brought us here?

So different,
Yet, commonality we share.

We Bathed
Showered,
Brushed Teeth,
Rearranged Hair,
Breakfast anyone?
Coffee or Tea?

Blue jeans seem the common uniform
With shirts of nonconformity,
Blouses of independence,
Pants of impatience,
Wanting to move, stretch, walk
Even sway or dance,
But not yet,
Concentrated gathering of bodies
bunch into assigned space.

Our expectations?
What gifts to we hope to receive?
What roped us in?

Where will my star rise?
In Storytelling?
A Script Writer?
Poetry?
Memoir?
Where will I fit?

Patience.
Just be in the moment.
Experience this and the exercises
To the fullest.
Just let go and go with the flow.
Allow your words to tumble out,
No matter where they take you.
Be fully present.

"The Power Of The Word"

Ah, Words...
Can swell my chest...
Bring a wide toothy grin...
Sparkle to the eyes
An erectness of body.
Mmmmmm shoulders back,
Head held high...
Posture in alignment
Of acceptance.
Steps lively,
Energized.

Ah, Words
Can round my shoulders
Deflate chest, sunken in
Head bowed
Eyes downcast
No dancing lights
Posture caved in
Shuffling, timid feet.

Aah words,
Don't ever let me underestimate
The Power of The Word.