No Ovation

No Ovation

Look, Dr. Zero
I’m in an evening gown.
He’s in a toga, strumming,
the bass line;
disco: still a dream.
He hadn’t grayed, yet
He only looked like a lion.
He tripped on the coax.
Flashes of light.
Puffs of smoke.
Some antenna fell down.
Transmission was insignificant.
I never lost hold of the mike.
They got full emotion.
I got no ovation.


I wrote this for the  challenge called standing ovation.

The picture is from high school. I was singing in a concert or talent show and everyone said there was feedback, and no one could hear me.

About zongrik

For those of you who do not know the handle "zongrik," that would be Bat-Ami Gordin. Most people call me "Tammy." Bat-Ami means "daughter of my nation" in Hebrew. It's a heavy name to carry around. I answer to either name. I also answer to "mama." Some Basic Things about me: Animal lover, mom, poet/writer, dramatic soprano, photographer, teacher/tutor, CERT/Technician and, oh yeah, aerospace engineer. I consider myself "The Astro-Poet." To learn more about the origins of the word "zongrik" see whats-a-zongrik?

Posted on August 6, 2011, in Poetry, Sunday Scribblings and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. very good..the picture reminds me of all the energy,distraction and caios that is the audiance and the musician plays on. great picture too.

  2. Pulitzer prize substance in attendance.

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