Poetry

This is a poem I had to write for the final for my Oral Interpretation Class. The topic was "Oral Interpretation Is..." but I didn't title it.

It’s not the words that are said

But the way they are presented.

The volume, inflection,

Speed, connection.

What makes the great speakers so amazing?

Why, they’re ability to string or sing

The words that are as crisp as a bell, ringing.

The way they speak, so smooth and classy,

Makes the big project seem much less sassy.

And that daunting final so long and drawn out,

Is really just a string of events, so thoroughly mapped out.

It’s all in the voice, the magical device

Like making a bet, or throwing the dice

What will come?

Words? Advice? Or entertainment for some?

No one can know until that awaited moment

When the speaker stands up and clears his voice with a grunt

And the words start flowing

And the enchanted audience starts glowing

With enjoyment, enthusiasm, anticipation calmed down.

Until he ends, the crowd feels as he feels, every smile, every frown

And when at last, his show comes to an end,

The crowd cheers at their brave friend

Who’s shown them all how

To get up there and show off until the final bow.