Acting is a form of art. So, an actor or actress is an artist. We, the people, enjoy their artistry. So, they remain conscious about their acting performance.
Not an easy set of prompts to work with and yet you pulled it off with this excellent piece.
I actually pictured a stand up comedian being heckled or disturbed during his performance and having to regroup.
Lyn's a Witchy Woman, Oh, Ouch!
But, what a coincidence, then! Maybe I read your mind since this was your prompt. I feel for you as if that happened right now.
Good morning/afternoon I guess for you looking at the time difference.
I can relate to this poem; I've been on stage and had a tickle in my throat which triggered a coughing fit. It was so humiliating. Thankfully, someone offered me a bottle of water and then I began again but I swear my face stayed red for over an hour after.
It is very realistic thinking. We should know our limitations. Then set our goals. If we set our goals without understanding our abilities, that can frustrate us. We ought to be careful about this. The blogger indicates that truth.
Nobody is perfect. That means everybody should have some weaknesses. We have some strong points, too.If we remain conscious about our weaknesses and know our strengths, we will be able to progress sufficiently; otherwise, not. Knowing your limitations is the key to success.
Prompt:
Beyond The Gates.
Use this and opening for your Blog entry today
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I believe this is a new TV show that is either is about to air or it has started to air. I also don't know which channel it will be shown in. These days, I only watch the news. So, I took this phrase as what its words suggested to me.
Beyond The Gates
I wonder what lies past those gates since
my path was choked with vine and thorn
for I was into unknown born, light or dark
or just what awaits here?
Is wonder in there or whispered doom
or just a tomb in a secret world?
At the threshold, I stand and stare...
another step? I don't dare.
Beyond those gates, shadows moan and creep
silence stirs, too dark, too deep, and
guarding a grim unknown, the hinges
now begin to groan
and for what lies past those iron gates
I'm gripped with fear for what awaits...
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